Silent dance with death
Everything is lost
Torn by the arrival of Autumn

The blink of an eye, you know its me...
you keep the dagger close at hand

And you saw nothing
False love, turned to pure hate
The wind cried a lamentation,
before merging with the grey

Gasping for another breath,
she rose, screaming at closed doors
Seductive faint mist forging through the cracks in the wall

I shant resist
In tears for all eternity
She turned around and faced me for the first time

Run away, run away...
Just one second,
and I am left with nothing
Her fragrance still pulsating through the damp air
That day came to an end
And she had lost in me, her credence...

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Chronos, in the year 284 AF.