The smell of fall

Thoughts in time and out of season.

Limitless with no facts,

Each and every one of you 

Is master of your own acts. 

I smell the fall 

Through the rain it speaks 

The sun is slowly fading 

For the answers it seeks.

Abiding all laws 

I now start to wonder 

Would the 9 inch claws 

Surrender to the thunder?

What was the start 

To this empty play

What was the start 

Of what she said?

LP - The chronicles 12