Into Those Woods

A swing bangs on the wall

Of a manor amongst the colours of fall

Below a hatch I've found a book

As an organ repeats its hook

There is the shed, there is the saw

But not the chained one I was looking for

As silence comes I lose what goes

It's the value I drew from hope

A growl, I stand out wide

But my axe has fear to strike

I see how it falls, I'm prone to run

Into those woods that hid the sun