The Moor

When the wind called,

I understood and fell into a thorny wood

Where blood was kept 

from wandering eye and left for me

To sift and scry

The mystery, a puzzle set

Unveiled by lies and broken bets

Was left to rot among the moor

Was absent from my closet door

A letter sent, but who's it for?

A distant light from me to you

To light a blackened avenue

Where terror comes to set you free

And cast your body to the sea

Your blood washes on the shore

Absorbed by earth, I go once more

To understand your life before

The hollowed, deathly moor...