As I walk along this wooded path,
The leaves fall from the trees.
They gently float down to the ground,
Some blowing in the breeze.

I stand there for awhile,
I dare not make a sound.
The songbirds play the soundtrack,
Pure beauty all around.

I sit a moment to take it in,
Then continue on my way.
Tis still a long way to my home,
And the sky is turning grey.

The trees take on an eerie shape,
Their bare branches in the dark.
Silhouetted by the strike of lightning,
As it flashed across the bark.

Out of the forest, I finally escaped,
To a house I had never seen.
Inside was a man I could see through the window,
He appeared to be bitter and mean.

I decided to risk it because I needed shelter,
So I went up and knocked on the door.
But with all my rap-a-tap-taps,
I got no answer back, only a single word, "Lenore?"

As I attempt to comprehend what's going on,
I awaken from my dream.
I'm sitting on the wooded path,
As I listen to the songbirds sing.