Moonlight Departure

The snow fell softly-
Scattering over the ground,
Cold, hard, bare as bone.
A calloused land, firm as stone,
And gazed upon by a man alone.
A moonlight shimmer, met his eyes, and the starlight glimmer in the skies.

From across the dark, the messenger came.
Dark black wings,
No shape, no name.
The old man had met him times before,
And yet at last they met once more.

It then departed-
Took him hence,
To the woods of Nightshade morrowless.
And now from memory they pass away,
In the forest singing sorrowless.