Silent. Still.

Such life, such passion

Is gone.

The wind for once

Is silent.

Deathly quiet.

Silent still.

He roars into the night.

The cold dead night.

Alone.

It whispers back

In its breathy voice

"Silent. Still."

She lies in the grass

The waving grass

As tears drop

Silent. Still.

The hunter lurks

Step by step

Eyes glinting red

In the moonlight,

Glinting bloody red

But he is

Silent. Still.

She runs, runs

Runs nowhere.

Anywhere.

Screaming his name

Running for him.

Her.

Anyone.

But the forest is

Silent still.

The hunter lunges

Eyes gleaming red

Gleaming bloody red.

Leaping from the safe

Canopy of trees.

She screams.

Once.

Twice.

Then the forest is

Silent. Still.

A father mourns

Over his daughter's body

His too-young daughter.

Too young to die.

He closes her eyes and

Carries her home

To her home

To his home

To their home.

His tears drop down

Down

Down -

Silently.

Silence.

Silent still.

He weeps

Weeps without tears

Eyes as black as night

As the cold dead night

Over the girl

The girl's body

The poor girl's body.

He touches her face

Strokes her face

Waiting for

Movement.

But she is

Silent still.

He kisses her

One last kiss

And leaves.

Far away, a wolf howls.

And the forest

The lonely forest

In the cold dead night

Is silent still.