Autumn Dirge
A shiver of wind
calls death orange and red
rustle on
rustle on
lie below white.
Yes, you were alive
but splendor is stolen
fallen
raked
beaten
by one so unworthy.
Oh grave of the ground
why did you beckon
to shiny green leaves
torn from the trunk?
And winter begins
away from the sun.
A shiver of wind
calls death orange and red
rustle on
rustle on
lie below white.
Yes, you were alive
but splendor is stolen
fallen
raked
beaten
by one so unworthy.
Oh grave of the ground
why did you beckon
to shiny green leaves
torn from the trunk?
And winter begins
away from the sun.