Dark and misty,

Tall and endless,

Along the path I tread.

Enveloped by branches,

Reaching fingers,

Catching at my threads.

The sodden leaves,

Look up with glee,

Willing me to fall.

While wise and ancient oaks,

Cast their pity,

Through shadows on the wall.

Far above, the sky is dark,

Clouds and mist descend,

Upon this weary wanderer,

The forest path must end....