1. THE SHROUDED GROVE

I came to the forest to forget,
And made a nest amongst the trees.
I bore the weight of my regrets,
Where men of clay abandoned me.

And I remain afraid to see,
And the pain shall be my own,
So I will be what I will be.
Doomed to walk the earth alone.


2. THE SLUMBERING COUNCIL

(As if) from embers I arose,
And stood staunch in that shrouded place.
I swept the soil from sodden clothes,
And lifted forth my weary face.

Through a dim clearing I could see,
The resting place where giants lie.
A slumbering council greeted me,
Their mighty branches reaching towards the sky.