Dead of Fall
In gathering storm clouds, Fall whispers its dread,
Cold tendrils coil, as life's colors shed.
Once vibrant hues, now wilt and fade,
As darkness creeps in, a cold, silent grave.
The trees shudder from a galloping wail,
As the shadows of death ride upon the gale.
Leaves descending, mourner’s tears in the night,
Darkening skies,...
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