when the air is bright and clear
and the temperature begins to cool
when the children dress as ghouls
and sunshine bleeds into the atmosphere
when you begin reminiscing on yesteryear
and the chill begins to creep to each molecule
how could the memory be so cruel?
is it merely your own fear?
this is fall
when you reflect upon your twisted past
and they haunt you one and all
they attack you quiet and fast
until those memories you start to maul
until this season has passed.
-s.t.