November Falls

A fantasy inspirational nature poem.

Cycling the spiral within the bend

Creeping towards the very night

Acting out another forsaken trend

Tumbling in and out of sight

Troubled at the images up on high

I see the concourse come to be

And through the disease of autumn

A haunting mass appears unseen

A different shade of twilight made

Heading out amongst the pattern

Among the winding circles played

A swan dies far along from Saturn

And God spins his destructive hand

Upon the ancient buried tomb

Little do we fight to see the end

Scrambling together far from noon

The demon hands come up to grab

A distinct wither spirit in hand

Upon the waters, souls being tossed

Crossing the barrier within the land

And until the faucet shrinks again

The blanket of Spring will go

Silence beckoning to the wicked

Far from the incense below

Fill up the till cried the Winter

Autumn tears itself anew

Out in the darkness spirits die

Of everything masked in hue

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[Glen Yumang Manese]

Cycling the spiral within the bend
Creeping towards the very night
Acting out another forsaken trend
Tumbling in and out of sight

Troubled at the images up on high
I see the concourse come to be
And through the disease of autumn (???)
A haunting mass appears unseen

A different shade of twilight made
Heading out amongst the pattern
Among the winding circles played
A swan dies far along from Saturn

And God spins his destructive hand
Upon the ancient buried tomb
Little do we fight to see the end
Scrambling together far from noon

The demon hands come up to grab
A distinct wither spirit in hand
Upon the waters, souls being tossed
Crossing the barrier within the land

And until the faucet shrinks again
The blanket of Spring will go
Silence beckoning to the wicked
Far from the incense below

Fill up the till cried the Winter
Autumn tears itself anew
Out in the darkness spirits die
Of everything masked in hue

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Did you want not to capitalize "Autumn" up there where I have quoted...this entitles a pleasant feel in the write...that is visible in the after-thought of this write...and I see this is done with 7 stanzas vice the 8, 9 and now 7...