She clings with her hands.
Only a matter of time till she falls,
Just a frail twig ‘tween her life and her death,
A dizzying height, she trembles, afraid.

Last light fades away.
Bitter cold blasting a chill to her core,
Fingers of ice, grasping her lifeline,
Her hopes fade away as winds howl and rage.

Oh, Dreadful dark shadow!
Taunting her, “Will you see dawn of new day?”
Strength failing, her hands start to weaken.
Time slows; she recounts the joys of her life.

Moment of fate.
Weary and lifeless she plunges aground,
Limp and resigned, accepting her flight,
Joining the hosts which have perished before.

Unnoticed death.
She’s silently buried by winter’s bright snow,
Mother laments, her last child is gone.
But when the spring comes, a new leaf will grow.

Horrible? How? :)

It's about leaves in the fall. Strangely inspired by climbing.

I wept.

Ther once was a man from Dulth
Who's dick got shot off in his youth
He fucked with his nose
His fingers and toes
And came through a hold in his tooth