brought on by a quiet shock,
the shock of young love.
on brooding evergreen trees
greeting winter storms.
of winter, I remember
the shy, quiet season.
the manipulated minds
of all, young and old.
of one lost in thoughts of love
young love and false love
clouds rest, and a raven hides,
wise gaze seeing all.
lit by the pale blue moon
the faceless goddess.
provides for us in spirit,
in return, nothing.
about gods who have long gone
ancient protectors.