Autumn spins her web
Across a golden hall
Lacing the room
With diamond ropes
Welcoming the bold

Autumn waits
In a guilded hall
With fangs of silent oblivion
And chains so strong
They will hold any man

Autumn captures
The last ray of sunlight
In the reflection
Of a frightened eye
Just before the last sun sets

Autumn sleeps
In a bed of frosted leaves
Her web now broken
Unnecessary
Her job is done