Rusty Moon

Bathed in the rust of moon Is the death beds lullaby Sung so softly with the stars Reflected in her eyes It's the blaze that beckons men Into the woods, of beaten path Is the sight of the fire that No maiden's eyes should have Iron does as iron's told And drinks of life's red gold But shame won't leave with dying breath The life that wants its own death And the forest hums its silent hymn Heard by those of solitude As mist, it wells Up the brook's dark banks Bewitched by these fir woods