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Author of 8 Stories |
Greetings of Autumn
At last, autumn has come with peace
Pain and misery receded in ease
Oh, how the years have gone by in await
Now he'll come to gain my heart without bait
Oh goddess of nature let time pass
Though all knows he will surpass
Earliest of dawn, at mist of clean lake
Water will mirror sun and sky awake
Flowers shall bloom yet fall apart
A voice will whisper and utter "sweetheart"
Even the coldest of souls will faint
At how he is so sweet and a divine saint
Birds will sing and butterflies dance
Angels will stand and greet us in trance
Like being wed forever at a garden of stone
As the prince comes to gift a moonstone
There was once when he was a ghost
Yet he remains but alive almost
Fairies of elements shall come to tease
Their joyous thrills unwilling to cease
Gentle strokes of heaven come thee
Jewels of nature to beautify and ready me
Darkness to become these void eyes
Drape of glooms to shape my thighs
And cover this wrack of flesh like a bride
For only one prince who for her had belied
But now he will return before the blink of sunrise
To make me his and smile into distant skies
Golden leaves shall fall upon us to form heaven
If wish may burry us beneath the warmth given
Like flames of irate fire to reflect sunlight
Happiness shall flourish in great delight
To be known as a corpse is such deep hurt
Even to see others laugh and ourselves depart
Night will draw close and we'll be sleepless
Laughing and crying upon reality, ever so helpless