Twilight Dirge

[UtzoztU]

Autumn is a great mirror of my spirit--
when it comes with its lyrics
bursting forth in scaled leaves,
and pushes; past the broken sewerlid,
and the pool of concrete scars,
tonight; it is great and moving
in this current, I subside.

For a spell your wanton secret pact
broke my even,--
I resolved past this shard of the world
to be indebted to the curl
as flames consubstantiate the claim,
and my fingers of fire go
so still again.

it was just the other way I saw it go--
it looked to me like a shadow,
and somehow, breathing dust,
it spit the light, the sky beheld.
and then we imagined its Spirit there
beautiful, longing to change.
we observed a lack of fear

stemming from the broken watch
piled on the ground with gears
this story interested us
so much to it, and so much thought;--
let it die in this tender
dark before it ever sees another
side to that old burning mystical tree.