Rusty Moon

Bathed in the rust of moon

Is the death bed's lullaby

Sung so softly with the stars

Reflected in her eyes



It's the blaze that beckons men

Into the woods, of beaten path

Is the sight of the fire that

No maiden's eyes should have

Iron does as iron's told

And drinks of life's red gold

But shame won't leave with dying breath

The life that wants it's own death



And the forest hums its silent hymn

Heard by those of solitude

As mist it wells

Up the brook's dark banks

Bewitched by these fir woods