A Walk with Fate

The trees are whispering unfaithful words;

The ground is beating out of time.

As the rain begins to fall, the clouds begin to turn--

There's an omnious feel about the wind.

Her fate is to her side in the form of a handsome boy;

Grabbing her hand with a sincere smile:

"It's time, my dear. Let's go."

And they walk off into the failing sun,

The buildings crumbling with each step.