I walk a long and lonely path

Faithful shadow since left my side

Trees are my sole comfort

Yet comfort they do not provide

The shadows have stolen the moon

Silent thieves that play with the night

But a sliver is naught of their trickery

Fringing the air with fright

Silence is a constant companion

Hand in hand with the cold

But the stars bring a gift of peace

Unwavering scribes of centuries told