The shadows cast are blank empty spaces. I can hide in darkness deeper than night.
The wind sighs like a hopeless old man. I wish had words of hope for you, Old Man.
A few last dead leaves rustle in the darkness. I'm sorry, leaves. I'm sorry you were left behind.
The grass is brown and flattened. I step and it does not feel my weight or rise behind me.
And, oh, the night is cold. I can feel the cold.
