Raven1. Moon is glowing full this Halloween. Rising mist is setting up a scene, for a play where a poor soul will be drawn to a realm where nightmares bore.
Many years I've had this feeling, what this weald might be concealing,
when the trees recede revealing a path I've never seen before.
I hear distant call from the end of the path, that leads to forest' core.
"Come to me, oh sweet Lenore."
2. Standing on the edge of sanity, slowly parting from reality, starting to recall the memories of the one she was before.
Ghastly smile is creeping on her face, when she sees a flying form in haze, familiar feeling of the days, olden distant days of yore.