Dark Forest

My heart's dark night is not a quiet black

The nightingale sings lonely to itself

Cold blowing wind through wooded depths awake

To water through the choking kelp of time

On floor of ocean near to my red room

Green bedding shines a city on a hill

Like lonely alabastor elephant

In forest strange and overgrown with tombs

Blue bridal chambers and my love is dead

And gone to underworld not far away

Where always strikes the four upon the hour

Emerged, the coastal air informs my twin

Blind visions of oblivion so kind

Its genesis leaves me, it's kin, behind