Autumn's Dirge

by Lady Kelsy Cicconetti, Satry of House Aili
Days of iron grass
:Rusting in a forthright grip.
:Frost encroaches
:Dead innocence
:Lost rememberence
:Tight superiority cuts off life blood.
:Reservations stifle new breath.
:Dignity's a touniquet.
:Night closes in.
:Morals stagnate and decay
:Breeding heinous apparations.
:Wonder drips from guilty hands
:Held up in defiance of Nature's law,
:Preaching honor and glory.
:Winter creeps in.
:Forgotten is the paradise we called home.
:Lies grow as the leaves fall.
:Peace fades into fear,
:All encompassing darkness
:Sun nor moon can hope to escape or conquer.
:Winter wears one crown.