Autumn confides in me, the ritual of the sorrow
Sweeping the canopy, spreads damnation for morrow
Invades my spirit and feeds on my soul
How enticing! As she finishes my whole
There was no invitation, but it was my turn
Shriveling within… it was my time to burn
My body quailed as she explored me
And my courage failed as she tore me
Opaque and dull in flesh
Entangled thorns...a mesh
Mute… a silent lamentation
Withered; Infestation
Fast locked within her cold embrace
I lay trembling, betrayed
Kindly she killed me with delight
As I bowed… away that very night
