***the Silent Srpee-***

***THE SILENT SRPEE-*** As all seem to be silent spree by the drift the dark stone clings to the road side hill the dry leaves fly across as desiccated breeze never talks to the grueling oblivion moment passes bye into the furrows yester world lays back into the unknown fear marches like soldier when conquers deep darkness roars in the wild woods shadow unsays the reason of the grimace rivers still bestirs to meet the deep sea moon stays back from the glimpse stream eternal flecks its breath by the flow