September’ Gone
(D.Shamonov)
Winter:
Ahhh…
This fall of leaves
The yellow rain
The clouds go to the North
They’re black and grey.
Like the fall of man,
who made of leaves.
I’m tearing apart and go insane.
Spring:
This sounding bells
Are calling you
This broke defense
Of you.
The final of the Summer Feast
The clouds go north with howl of beast.
Winter/Autumn:
Like ravens fly,
Feeling dementia,
September’s Gone.
Ravens fly so high
And so far away
From you it’s (September’s) gone
Winter:
The world is sad
The clouds are darken
As thy shade.
The Wolven Howl
The light inside is gone.
Autumn:
This sounding bells
Are calling me
This broke defense
Of me.
The final of the summer feast.
The clouds go north with howl of beast
Winter/Autumn:
Like Ravens fly,
Feeling dementia,
September’s gone.
Ravens fly so high
And so far away
From you are gone.
Poem:
The world is sad
The clouds are darken
As thy shade…
The Wolven Howl
The light inside is gone.
You’ve come undone
To bring the harvest of your life.
It’s like the reaping of ill seeds,
When all the people are the weeds.
And when October comes to us,
There is no us…
There is the frozen tree of life…