The Leaves fell,
The Ghost rose up,
As if to slip into the Forest,
They were stuck in utter Darkness.

No one had come for Them,
As far as they had known.
The tears falling like autumn leaves,
Suddenly seemed so far.

For in this Darkness,
There was nothing to see.
No rain, sleet, or snow,
No wind about to blow,
No leaves about to fall,
No lightning about to crash.

Inside this dark was nothing,
But yet everything known.