That lonely, dark the path she took;

led her down to the bickering brook.

the leaves of the fall, ahead they rushed ;

as she walked down the lane in hush.

They whispered all along the way;

"And she wept in quiet" they say.

The starry sky lit her trail,

and the fireflies carried her love's mail.

She called up the fairytale gone bad;

the fairytale she dreamt,

washed away by the stream.

She sat down beneath the maple,

alongside the brook;

and gathered the memories that were scrambled

The tears ran down her cheeks;

and caressed the memories, beside the creek.

She looked up at the starry sky;

the way she stared at her lover's eyes.

The maple, beneath of which she sat;

and the bickering brook under the bleak moonlit azure,

reminisced the past she had,

of 'the autumn', she lost the lad.