Once in the silence of the woods

In the shadows of a crescent moon


The eyes scan the beautiful nocturne

The ears enjoy silent songs

"i have seen things and heard talks

Thy eyes are blind and ears deaf to


Words carried in the nightly breeze

Images in the autumnal grass"

Once in the silence of the woods

Under the spiral of oaken branches


Breathing slowly, heart pounding weakly

Shadows floating towards his eyes


"I have heard thee come since the moon was full

The owls knew what thou knew not

Oh thee children, thee almighty creatures

Ignorant are thee of thy width of knowledge


Under question should thou place thy concepts

Of Ubermensch and Untermensch

For man has never, and will never even be positioned


Hath the words of the crow

Vanished with the echo into the night

Descended dark shadows

And covered the eyes


No sorrow felt the old crow

The secrets he revealed would remain as such