A Crimson Forest crackles autumns sounds
Like a rain of fire these falling leaves
A floral carpet deeply upon the ground
The last light of summer now deceives

In her gentle breeze the summer leaves
I stand alone in sad seclusion
My heart cannot ease the loss it grieves
Was summer just a sad illusion?

In visions dark as the shadows leaves
To mourn the beauty they once adorned
To lie in rest beneath the leaves
Grieving the warmth of a summer scorned