The Ebony

The ebony leafs are falling
Slowly and gracefully

See how they spin and dangle in the air
Their scent burns my nose

They are chilling to the touch
They tell me not touch them

But they are so pretty, the ebony leaves
And comes back, more of them

Come and see how many of them fall!

I want to take one and keep it in my collecting book.

It is soft to the touch, like silk from the town across the river

Its scent burns my nose
I hide it in my book so no one can find it and take it from me.

I feel sick

-Anonymous, Mar 28 2nd Age