Gloomy, dampened nights,

Ushers of my sorrow,

Dim, malignant lights

Mourn for never morrow…

Black ravens hastily bloomed

Onto my heart’s estate,

Desires softly tombed ,

Premise deep desolate.

Autumn – a winged odour,

Caresses my dreams dallied,

Recurrent yellow murder,

It’s me, or autumn pallid ?

The Queen of Hearts I draw

Decisions in love valley,

Losing two Knaves I saw,

The third, fantastically

Embodies autumn’s dare:

Mere wealth or dying leaves ?

Not to abide I swear

Dream knaves – my soul’s goblins….

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