Blue Autumn

allegro: vermilion fields are history he's been ill for some time terminally ill from mysterious origins sick of all the monsters in the closet in close proximity of the macabre mansion peacocks are flying over the hanging gardens and books are covered with frozen blankets adagio: ceremony on Monday down the spectral oubliette at the dawn of new dark age he's pouring absinth through green flames it's better to be late than when it rains intermezzo: blue leaves falling still there's a lady in the mirrors still there's a lady in the lake he's always searching for the keys of the piano for a moonlight on black and blue sky rondo: heart of vine disease chairs with paws came to life ran away to stormy night and walls crashed down without a sound someone's singing in the front hall someone's rapping at the back door there is no one uninvited no one left to die alone