Death of Autumn
Death in Autumn
That unnerving skull of ashen,
and space envelop the cloak
He travels only in autumn
When the land blind of roke
He is not here to sere, but still sere
And sodden the soil in his path invoke
A deadly draft that spin his cloak
That whiff of autumnal death on near leerer
And the garden of life,
Has entered the dead of night
And that sun, the mist made bloody auburn
Is a sign that Death has come to Autumn
And in between the canopy lanes
The light roads of browning leaves
Are crusted black in the breeze
And ashed away by that deadly frame
It is a sign Death has come to Autumn
When the earthly coil turn aluminum
It is a sign and consuming symptom
Of what Death has done to Autumn
About the Creator
Octovo Libra
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And my poetry Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and other poems
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