[Darksheare]

Beyond the haunted wood
in eery forest keep
I ponder many things
in unholy silent sleep
Long ago I lost my soul
far away it did leap
Crypt tide rest the sunny day
against the sun's acid creep
In the rain I bow my head
in my eery forest keep
While pondering many things
during fitful cursed sleep

[Soaring Feather]

Interesting.