Dark Wood Too Awakens

Oh when I saw you standing there
Wild flowers dying in Your hair
Child of harvest time coughing up must
Black flowers' dull perfume trailing in dust
Hoisting dark pennants at the spike of the hill
Your smile started bleeding and then the nil
Shearing and sharing Your Love and Your Rage
Whilst hawk's head descending
Spewed out a new age

It isn't very good
In the dark dark wood
In the middle of the night
When there isn't any light