Alone in the woods he wanders
Finding a peace for the remorse that renders

Death that does not fear him
His heart takes the shot on its own whim

Abyss is his permanent home
Holding his stories in the mind's tome

He has travelled long enough
To walk into the dark's cuff

Now he stands alone in the fiery wood
What he can do maybe he should

And these winds remember
As he wakes from the long slumber