Autumn Grieving

Stillness here.

Autumn leaves whisper

To the music of winter,

These dead blasphemers

Dancing on your grave.

Flowers too

Forget their petals, 

With the sombre sounds,

Disgrace the cold stones 

Decaying on your grave.

Spiteful wretchedness;

How dare they dance here!

This mockery of death;

Perversion of your epitaph, 

They flaunt so callously,

Dancing upon your grave.   

And my love, you allow this?

Voices in the wind do tell,

But I will not listen!

They are wrong! All wrong!

As leaves quake like hands,

As ice shines like blade,

When blood is my gift,

With silence softly numbing

To the drip, drip, drip,

Feel a darkness swiftly coming.

Drunk with grief

Are the dancing leaves.

I see it now, beauty’s colours.

A new love they have found.

Peaceful singing for this place,

Soothe sleep upon your grave.

Flowers too

Would bleed for you, 

With the solemn sounds.

Do I disgrace this stage? 

Lying here, upon your grave.

Stillness now.

Only autumn whispers,

And soon a symphony of winter.

Darkness and the dancing leaves,

Forever grieving on our grave...