It does not only bring Autumn.

It does not only bring Autumn.

A Poem by A Stranger's Tale

The falling of the leaves are slow yet undeniable

the air gets colder and the sky takes a greater grey

the rich green leaves have now turned to a bright orange colored flame

The misty fog clouds the air and everything else around it

It is impossible to see beyond a mile or two

I step into oblivion as a stranger, yet once again

reminded of where I am and where I've been

memories a flashing,haunting images are enough

to leave me on the cold wet ground

Autumn which  looks down upon me normally claims " I am here"

This time however it seems to be singing a different tune," I am here, but I am not alone".

It has brought it's only friend,death as a companion.

 

death is the quiet friend that lurks around the shadows

waiting in anticipation.

 

It does not strike swiftly or quickly

It slowly comes upon you like a soft and sweet lullaby

soon you are immersed by it whole 

and finally consumed

 

And it leaves you there on the cold ground,

to wither away, alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2009 A Stranger's Tale


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Spooky.

Posted 15 Years Ago


EPIC, love it, has that well alone feeling lol good job :D

Posted 15 Years Ago



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