Slowly I went by the path
Grown wild in grass
Amid the leafless trees
And fallen leaves
Between the trees seemed crosses
And deserted gravemounds
No where was a living soul
I went alone by my way

Low across the grey sky
Rowed leaden clouds
At times the wind dizzled me
Cold rain to face

From the brinks of the path
Thick fog rose slowly
It was the sole who bore
Me company in my way

All around me
Was the endless silence
That rang so loud as
A choir of angels of death

I would have wanted
To cry to hear my voice
But managed only
Slightly open my mouth

So went alone I
By my path
Straining eyes in dusk
Too see it will take where

But nothing in particular
I did manage to notice
But in the end of the path
Was an open grave