Ivy falls on soft moonlight, fluttering

A beating heart still

The surrounding darkness claims all In fall, the blood-red leaves awaken

From the night’s lullaby, and forgotten In twilight still, many more arrive

Blocking all sight left in this world once

A perfect bullet in each and every last one

All except a lonely leaf which seems to flutter in fright,

The clock strikes, radiating with light

And one last bang shall echo throughout the world