RedRavenPoems

When the last leaf falls will you be here? Will you understand the things your fear?

Will you know your doom is near? Will anyone else hear?

The it floats down to the ground. The forest monoliths fall asleep. Into death they surely creep.

Will you now weap? For the fate you must reap?

The Woodland giants are all gone. The forests fallen, our greed consumed them. Such is the fate of men.

We starve. We choke. Without any hope. Knowing that we ourselves hung this rope