Desolate and Wintery

The trees keep stalking
They keep talking
Pulling me…

The twigs keep grabbing
They keep scratching
Holding me…

I’d rather be in a forest
Dark and lovely
Desolate and wintery

The leaves keep falling
Slowly twisting
Falling on me...

The moon keeps screaming
I hear it singing
Screaming at me..

I’d rather be in a forest
Dark and lovely
Desolate and wintery

I’d rather be in a forest
Dark and lovely
Desolate and wintery