At the edge of a cliff, 

Stands a great monster,

So tall, strong, 

Yet nothing more than a subtly destructive murderer.

Although it never touches a soul,

It watches people take their own precious lives, 

Gives them power to end it all,

So effortless.

It's been used, 

So an acomplice, yes ?

Never stopping them from that fall, 

Off that stool or even the cliff.

It's beauty radiates energy,

Energy to these broken souls.

So maybe not a monster at all ?

But a welcomer, to the quiet world of eternal sleep.

At the edge of a cliff,

Stands a friend,

So tall, strong, 

Yet so much more than a plain, oversized tree.