The Rainy Wood

is here my fallen body
and left lonely by the cloak that was stolen from me.
It is cold
this rain
but with it I can sing.
Sing my fancy lullaby to the trees of this ancient wood.
Left casual am I
when asking these creatures to dance.
It is not their romance
they reply to me.
So why should I continue?
Why should I take you on?
I am left asking
but silent all.
I watch as the ashes of my life flourish within the cinders.
Is there another way?
as you say
this is all.
I have no love to put my stack upon.
I have no claim to you,
(As I would have thought)
only ruins that left there mark.