The trees are swaying in the wind; Now once again I journey on my way. This time to a place where no longer I will bend, The night seeps in and takes away the day. The wind knows my name; The trees seem to be sighing. The wind is whispering a warning, It speaks of an evil that’s undying. I wish that I could stay here; But no longer can I wait. For even such a man as I, Cannot escape his fate. ======================== The above poem was inspired during personal reading that struck a cord with me. I wish I could remember what, when, or where I was reading…