Fall
Fall

Cunningly the weathers
Turned upon me
Leaving me to embrace
The cold unfeeling night

In haste
I walked yonder
Chasing the seasons
That passed unknowing

Catching glimpses of
Of warmth
From a bard’s tale

There I lie
An indolent youth
Sinking in my pleasures

Bewitched I was
By the careless summer
As I counted the grass
And parried the butterflies

But whence the seasons pass
Unforgiving
Is the trails of deep cuts
That divides our skin