Darker time dyed by autumn
And rain whipping the trees
Withered leaves
Gliding in the wind
Above the water rim
Stream of water - the river
On the edge of dark woods
As it meanders
Along the immortal guards
Wade to the shore
On the forest side
It means to reach
The point of no return
Icy cold water
Is perhaps the errant root
Or a step into the unknown
Which doesn't leave the trace
With the river
Behind the back
When anxiety hits
And despair
Stops the wandering
Murmur of water
In its endless motion
Drowns out the cry
From the depths
Of ancient forest obscurity
Lost existence
Trapped at the place
Of oblivion
Has found the answer of fate
And the answer is death