The Dancing Shadows Under the Falling Leaves
From the highest trees, these colorful leaves fall.
To the ground they fell, the shadows of unknown figures stomping them
in to the the dirt. They crumble so easily, broken into many pieces.
Find them guiding her, those shadows that break the leaves.
Find them taking her away with the wind, taking her to him.
Where he hides in the darkness, those shadows, servants of his.
Strip her of decency. Her bare flesh exposed to the flame.
Burn her very existence away, he says, Those flames leave many scars
though they will never kill her. She shall always be mine.