On a night as dark as a maiden's hair
The boots leave deep imprints in the carpet of snow
Surrounded by trees who have long shed Any evidence of their youth
The wind whisper it's secrets in my ears
And the cold creeps into my heart
And I walk and I walk
Unescorted and unchaperoned
With only melancholy holding my hand
And when the hair on my skin stand
I feel a cold breath on my neck
I close my eyes
To surround myself with my own darkness
And suddenly everything is gone
The cold, the melonchaly, the despair;
The breath - both mine and theirs
As the woods engulf me
I don't know what is left of me
Am I the trees or the trees are me?
Their branches are my veins
Their leaves are my skin
My heart has merged into their dead barks
And there is no more me
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