The magic of the silver night

lies in silence upon the stone

Where spectral mountains dream in light

in dark lands as yet unknown.

In pallid, deep eternal sleep,

enchanted valleys, far and strange

languish beneath these splendours deep,

If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

forever silent without change.

The fruit of knowledge, now long gone

the light is gone from this embrace,

the verdant forest now withdrawn

to a single thing, bereft of grace:

A grey and withered leafless tree,

a statue carved of weathered bone

is drawn from a god's memory;

it stands in moonward fields, alone