The nights grow long and cold,
Leaves begin to fall, as the winds bring change.
The world around me slowly dies,
Leaving everything barren and empty.
Walking the path, the leaves crumble at my feet,
Crunching, crackling, broken down into nothing.
I've walked this path for a years,
Watching the seasons come and go.
I grow tired, but still I press on,
Down the long winding path that is life.
Everything around me changes,
And yet I still remain the same.
Unchanged, unmoved, alone in this endeavour,
Carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders.
The burdens of so-called humanity,
The sins of a society doomed to crumble.
Crumble like the leaves underneath my feet.
Sweat covers my brow, muscles ache,
Breath becomes heavy, as pain grips my heart.
I am all that remains of a noble breed,
A man most would call a gentleman, a nice guy.
I would throw myself into the fire,
Just to save those I love, and yet, here I am.
As the world keeps changing, continuing to sin,
The weight growing with each passing season.
One day I will break, and I shall finally crumble,
Just like the leaves, leaving nothing behind.