Ruins By Moonlight

Through the shadowed arches of ivy
Under moonlight’s cold, distant stare
I have wandered this forest so empty
Where the ruins of time hold despair;  
And I weep at the stillness that beckons, feeling presences twist through the air

I have danced with the winds through the branches,  Where the trees form a tunnel of night
I have seen the lost faces of angels
In the ruins’ ghost-haunted light;  
Where the walls, once proud and resplendent, crumble and fade out of sight

I have stood where the gravestones lie scattered,  
And the earth seems to breathe from below
Where the air is a weight, cold and shattered
And the dead keep their vigil in woe
I have fled from the thing that is watching, from the shadows that endlessly grow

I have heard in the silence the weeping
Of the souls long forgotten, long gone
And I sense that these stones are still keeping
What no living eyes should have drawn
For in ruins so ancient and shattered, the curse of the ages lives on

I have seen how the moon weeps in sorrow,  
Over forests once teeming with life
Now the trees and the ruins they follow
Hold nothing but echoes of strife
And I walk in a dream of unknowing, caught forever in endless twilight

For this place, sealed from mortal endeavors,  
Is a tomb for the ages unbound
And its walls whisper secrets forever
That within, something dark still is found
And the path, though it winds ever deeper, leads to sorrowful, hallowed ground