Majesty

The falling leaves like gentle snow,
a scenary that creates a soul.
As he walks, he thought.
As he thought,agony grows.

He stood strong in the day,
but fall on his knees in the night.
His surroundings were empty and cold.
His heart was weary and old.

He can be a maiden for no one knows,
he can be a fisherman for no one knows,
he can be a child for no one knows,
and he can dead for no one knows.

He hopes that the fallen leaves were just part of the time,
but can fallen leaves be forever with time?
As the sun rays fall on the groud,
he squinted his eyes.

The Majesty that reigns,
for he lives in uncertainties,
agony and,
in pain.