Autumn's Dirge
By Lady Kelsy Cicconetti, Satyr of House
Ailil
Days of iron grass
Rusting in a forthright grip.
Frost encroaches
Dead innocence
Lost rememberence
Tight supperiority cuts off life blood.
Reservations stifle new breath.
Dignity's a touniquet.
Night closes in.
Morals stagnate and decay
Breeding heinous apparations.
Wonder drips from guilty hands
Held up in defiance of Nature's law,
Preaching honor and glory.
Winter creeps in.
Forgotten is the paradise we called home.
Lies grow as the leaves fall.
Peace fades into fear,
All encompassing darkness
Sun nor moon can hope to escape or conquer.
Winter wears one crown.