Dichord in Db.

A winter’s chill
To usher out the regime
Of Autumn’s warning reign.

A crisp slap
To wake your sleeping mind;
Tred carefully, tred lightly,
There are demons hidden
Amongst the friendly shadows.

Read to catch you
When you fall;
Ready to steal you
Away into oblivion.

So steady now,
As you trek the darkened paths:
Your choices will either save you,
Or be your timely demise.
-12/5/07