Dark Poetry: Autumn’s Haunting

Leaves begin to change
A world begins to die
Skies turn dark and gray
Painting sorrow’s lonely cry

Winds begin to blow
Colors begin to swirl
Singing a dance there own
To the calling of the moon

Ghosts begin to walk
Tortured in there souls
Dead have come to rise
With broken lonely tears

Soon white flakes will fall
Covering the naked trees
Through bitter cold and freeze
Autumn’s rot will disappear

Fall will dance its song
As the moon will call upon
Her children from deep sleep
No matter what there sin

She loves them all the same
With flesh that will decay
Souls that have been lost
Forgotten not this night

In darkness I shall feel
A cold chill on my face
Haunting as it seems
She will come to me


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