No title. Just the atmosphere.

In the darkened woods I sometimes get abducted by this unusual creature, indeed not a man but certainly not a beast, but even to exchange the smallest word with him would be a sin.

He comes secretly as a shadow knowing that I wish to invocate him before I come to meet the desire myself.
Carriages of the dead sheltering armies of fleshless skeletons in their insides are rampaging through the park while their horses can only be heard, they have not even a bone that would make them visible to the naked human eye. And they pass through the bodies of living like a summer breeze. Just to scare us and make us suffer in return. They would certainly like to be where we are now.

Then along comes he, their brother by soul, touchable and real, he takes me to the chamber of echoes to show me what sound scare them and beg them to leave. He clenches my waist and storms away, puts his fingers through my hair where there are dry leaves left behind him scrunching next to my ear and wet from the mist that took us in, my stomach is weak of it all while the stars above reflect what has happened here below.

In the haunted darkened woods there are souls wandering the layered and simple roads – knowing this, I cannot become lost. I sometimes get abducted by this unusual creature, indeed not a man but certainly not a beast, but even to exchange the smallest word with him would be a sin. And if there is truth here to be unveiled, then I am prepared to take shelter in this mystic place, my very last station of rest before death closes my eyes, I shall long remember these nights…