A mannequin of flesh and bone,
half with you and half have gone.
you praised me as your autumn moon,
a token of gratitude from next trade deal.

We went to the hotel balustrade,
thee spoke about your drenched past,
gloomy and hollow they seem to me,
thy life resembles a lost symphony.

You feasted upon my breath and soul,
I lay torpid with only flesh to hold,
for the autumn clouds have cleared the sky.
The moon shines fully in the autumn night.