I know the place Where Memory sleeps And secrets hide It is not far Or hard to find Or too ancient to recall A sighing stream This endless forest's dream Are you still too blind to see it? The force that feeds Our endless need This deep and wooded dream that is my heart But night will fall And trees once tall Will bend to his will That scorching Raven's smile Writhing, putrid, vile His sharpened tongue A spear to kill A song of soil The vine's exquisite coil All but faded footprints of my past But night will fall And while the midnight Forest breathes I will not leave my home