Here I walk on my own again, no shelter in the autumn rain, rusty leaves paint the world in marble gold, while the sun stares down so cold
Silent tombs wait outside, illuminated by a shivering light through the bleak window of my soul, emptiness enshrouds this light in woe
The naked trees are the audience, winds whisper lullabies of evanescence, myriads of shadows around so old and with every fallen leaf, a long lost soul