TRANSMOGRIFICATION

Like the withering leaves
Falling from the branches of tree,
My existence seemed to fade
With each passing day... each ephemeral magnitude
Nothing seemed to matter
Nobody just took care.

Instantly, like the aurora hail a new day...
A gleam of hope came forth
You were there to hearken my anguish
and share my predicament.
But then, haze now appear on the realm,
Dangerous deluge...
Will you go like a filcher in the night?
Not an innuendo nor an utter --

Just SUPPRESS... and then a TEAR!
"... Death has finally won..."