Strange whisperings

The sky was crimson,though the Sun had set.
I walked into the forest for a tryst with fate.
The clouds were amassed,a brilliant shade of grey.
The rain poured down and I lost my way.
I helplessly stood and watched darkness' descent.
The grey clouds shifted,to reveal a silvery crescent.
My knees lost its strength and I fell to the ground.
Then in the endless forest I heard a whispering sound.
I could'nt tell who spoke,about what or to whom.
I could'nt tell what lay ahead,blissful memories or lifelong doom.
I stood with an air of nonchalence,the whisperings not bothering me.
But then the eeriness sunk in my skin as time took its toll on me.
Many nights were still to come when aroused by undead memories.
I would sit up in my bed,in remembrance of those whisperings.