Whispers Of The Forest

Daylight hangs by a silver thread
Shimmering stars gild the forest floor
Leaves slither and writhe in the breeze
The skies beckon with their nocturnal call

The trees become restless
Wrapped in a blanket of nightfall
The wind trembles, draped in sorrow
Infuses the air with whispers

The raven crows thrice
Fate unknown to the sun
Moonlight flickers and dances as if
Mocking its waning existence

Darkness, enwreathed in mist
Plants its coup de grace
Nightfall comes to ravish sunlight
The sun relinquishes its throne

Whispers of the forest resign to silence
From the cradle to betray
Darkness retakes the helm
Until morning.....