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