Number 1

Passing I alone through this Stygian wood Quite alone, with ghastly breaths travels ‘long In my heart, bleak darkness resides for good Comes much bleaker by the hours bygone That; and lo, desolation trail in sight And the birds stopped singing and flew away, At eventide, cold frost bleeds side to side The fog embraces the mute folks who stay Whose smoky whispers, their presence erased I don’t care if the ground kisses my feet And blesses me the sight of forward way Yet this darling dolor could make me plead It’s good to know a step guides another Then comes mournful twilight, the roads diverge