Cloak of Autumn

Autumn's nights hide many shapes and shadows, all you have to do is look.

Enshrined is the crescent tonight

Upon a bed of clouds

Like the brush of a painting

Within the sky of deep dead blue,

Her fragrance was the portent of dawn

In the night of rituals

The ones dionysified 

With the wine of the ancient,

The abyss in their eyes

Behind gilded masks 

As the breeze of October

turns her cape into ocean,

For the king of the forest they dance

The devil in nature's detail

Hiding like a predator

In the patterns of of the Rosemarie,

The light of the sickened moon

Has brightened the sky

We saw the broken lines of age

In the old fallen leaves

Like a man of thousand years

With a face like old papers

His eyes were the ink 

The nectar of years,

They now stood silent

Like ghosts of stone

That were never alive

Exiled by choice

In the deepest of woods

The saraband of spirits

Disappears like ill wind.

 

Author's Note

Hope the atmosphere wasn't too obscure. Enjoy!

Reviews

[Wolfhilde]

this is amazing!

good job! I really liked it.


Wolfhilde

[-GB-]

loved it..Created around me the world i long for..while reading..

[ImperialTroll]

Thank you for your kind words, you made my day.