Tserof

Howls echoes through the night
The darkness slowly creeps in
THe wind that softly cries
Yellow gleaming eyes
Staring out beyond
Trees sway back and forth
Among the Tserof is a small house
A dim light on its porch
A fireplace thats been lit
Little candles that's been torched
Burning wood crumbling to pieces and bits
The fireplace grumbles
Each step,
The house rumbles
A moon up high above
There's nothing about it
You cannot love
The star scatter in the sky
I wish this wasn't a dream
But it continues to die...

notice... the Tserof.. is really Forest .. just spelled backward.. I decided to do that to make it interesting.. I just have a creative side.. thanks for reading