• There I see,

    The bleeding tree,

    With fiery embers of Hell

    Upon its branches sea...



    What do we understand or know

    When thus this season is on the go?

    Autumn is vastly beautiful,

    Even though it is deathly slow...



    The darkness continues to spread

    Its shadows are as quiet as the dead

    We await the everlasting evening to come

    As the daylight continues to shed...



    The garden so beautiful and colorful, yes?

    But will turn to ashes none the less,

    So quickly like lightning it will,

    Surely it will make such a mess...