The chill it cries October,
Cloaked in robes of gold.
With winter at its shoulders,
Black as ravens’ toes.
The dawn it wakes with fire,
It scalds horizon’s brow.
Come waves white horse don’t tire,
Hear Poseidon shout, “The tide is now”
All I ever wanted,
All that ever haunted me was autumn’s song.
All I ever wanted,
All that ever daunted me was autumn’s song.
The PM paints in oils,
Auburn pastel vales.
And Odin’s galleon cloud,
Untethers lightning sails.
And the tide prevails.
All I ever wanted,
All that’s ever haunted me was autumn’s song.
All I ever wanted,
All that ever daunted me was autumn’s song.
Falling leaves surround my eyes,
And stalling seasons haunt my life