I found myself walking into the bright and cheery day

where birdsong weaved its wandering way

a chorus, lively gracing through the sun’s soft rays

o’er flowers brimming and shining, in meadows lay

there, with skies clear as the still face of waters

trees were as far as my kind eyes could wander

the winds, brought forth gifts of such heavenly scents

but then, to my dismay, peace lay dead in my hands, I could sense

a thing—— intruding upon what this story should be; and so causing ruin—— a vast misery

a wolf in the tall grass, his fangs

barred, tearing at a bleeding, a bleating

white sheep

Then the day turned to night;

and a murder did caw

The clouds masked the moon;

then they fell to make fog

Each bloom lost its pedals,

they fell to the ground

Then did Death come for joy,

where in me it was found