Short Poem: Lost Upon the Moor

We sang a song that went unheard 
like wisps across the moor, 
and none recall the ghostly word. 
It's lost upon the moor. 
Now heaven falls to night's assault, 
and darkness stretches o'er, 
and none can say that it's our fault
who sang upon the moor. 

That whispered song, we sang it long, 
is lost upon the moor; 
now shadows creep from out the deep
upon the darkened moor. 

And no one knows his friend or foe
upon the shadowed moor.