A step away from the ledge,

Tremble oh dear old knees,

For she who spoke death,

Could feel nothing but the dark cold breeze.


A heart so torn,

Knows nothing who she believes,

Ripped over and over again,

Its nothing for what the demon has seized.


They mind speaks of hope,

But none that shows a way,

To get over this hell,

She only wished to live another day.


Her hand is what she fears,

Hiding them as they bear flames,

Burning everything she holds dear,

In the end it would its ashes the same.


It was not like in the books,

They wear no mask or disguise,

They were friends that went partways,

Bringing her only demise.


The demons sung only warmth,

Bringing down her own guard,

And here she was left on the ledge,

With the leap as her last Card.


-HIY

Red leaves
           fell silently
Under the maple tree
           by the lake
Where we met  
Last autumn
           Late September;
When the maple leaves
             turned crimson
       you made me
blush just like
those scarlet leaves
       That day ...
                                    Autumn came early,
                                  Why don't you,too...?


            Winter's on the way
           Are you, too?


Where are you...?