A hinting forest

Often, he wanders in a forest so alone,
Dressed in red, he wanders, bells ringing alongside every step he takes,
A sad expression with such a happy smile,
Painted or not, he always wears it.

When out of the cabin, his eyes always wander up,
Staring at something we can not see,
Perhaps it was just his imagination,
But never will he forget the night they danced together,
A sad yet beautiful night, dancing in the light of the moon.

A dance that was long, yet still so fleeting,
like the wind, it howled and left.

Leaving behind nothing to be found