I’d push you off this ledge, but your end it’ll be!
No light , no sound shall do you right ,
For I sense you, a goddess if I might!
I stand on this ledge , sharp and brittle add I must
Stand along with me you do, but now part ways we must.
With no wings to fly , die we would
As brittle and sharp was the ledge we stood.
Close came the reaper, offered was a wish
Die one shall , but in the others doom!
Worth you were not, of the pain of loss
Hence wrong was my death, as mourn you will my loss
Told you to do so, but in vein it was
So push you off the ledge I will,
…….My end let it be!