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Post by ☪ঌяανєηƒαηтαѕуঌ☪ on Aug 7, 2016 5:28:38 GMT -5
Just a short poem of mine reposted from the forums :')
Summer has fallen, Fall twirls on her grave, Green cloak crackles in silent flames, Autumn is confession, And penance for all We did dur' the summer, To repent is the call, For fore our in'cence returns, New pure shawl of white, Autumn must blaze, and set our sins alight.
Dancers come out, to waltz with the moon, Ghosts of the past, Will n'longer wander soon, When the heat steams away, All foul an' uncouth, And magic does stay, And all filled with ruth. The Romani and minstrels, Once more now they play, Dancing and dancing, Till their misdeeds twirl away,
Autumn walks straight-backed, Her head proudly high, Fortune she doth now Behind her back fly, Bearing the banner, Of Winter's arrive. Now come gather folk, And reap what ye sown, The Harvest Ball swings, And Autumn is known
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