Pyre of Autumn FoliagePyre of Autumn FoliagePyre of Autumn Foliage
It was a growing pyre of autumn foliage as the eve passed pouring A single tree still bearing leafs stout but brave Sprouting in the centre of the eld cemetery And each branch end held a candle of mourning A flame for every grave So they may not be lost in nights of Dreary downfall when the overcast Makes a masque darker than Death himself
Patrick Conners Jr Nov 16 2006
A Theme of DeathA Theme of DeathA Theme of Death
There is a theme of death tonight Brought on by everlasting cold. There is a sense of something not right. An assertion. Something grown too old.
This chill hasn’t expired in a year And I cringe to know just from where. The feeling that out there is something to fear Stirred restlessly by what just may be there.
There is a theme of death tonight, An ancient battle with no victor. A crew of crows taken flight, Following a grim black dictator:
My mind is set to growl It sets me on this prowl.
Patri
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Lies, they can only last so long, and once reviled they shatter your heart into tiny pieces.
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