poems

Autumnal Bride

The autumn dies on me
with red claws tearing way to forget
the chilly winds blow wildly
the queen of storms has said her name
crawling from the south bathed in a red sun

From the vast sky at the north
the widow comes, with skirts fluttering
the mistress of the faith
putting a wicked smile on her thorned face

The autumn dies in a hurry
blowing with air like a Zephyrus in grace
bringing the chill to the bones which lay beneath
the shut shack of heart
flowing in rotten veins
the blood freezes and stops
the autumn leaves the colosseum

The maiden of chill approaches
her veil thick and hallowed
the eyes that see nothing
kiss me, lady on nothingness

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