A Semblance of Normalcy

Yuki Onna

The fire singes the autumn leaves.
The goddess in her gown
Glows a warm, scorching red.
The foliage burns to ash,
the ground adorned
with smoking charcoal.
Who is to save the barren trees
as the monarch walks her path of rage?
Because for her it is a pleasure
To tear down what was built up.
Now, the plants are put to sleep
As the snow starts to reign.