Autumn was her name her eyes were black and electric with fury,
she drifted in like a storm with her minions behind her beauty,
she danced with the wind in shadowy silence,
But I am immune to her charms and wicked ways.

This dynamic woman caused havoc on the land,
she weaves her mystical magic that only I could understand,
but to my folly I loved her she would be the end of me,
I'm a slave to her and will be to the end of time.

Like a red rag to a bull she tempted me to want her,
her whispers to the wind heralds the end of summer,
even the sun shined no more whilst clouds gave her cover,
as she committed the rest of her forces to winters claim.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis
By NeonSolaris

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