As nights grow long and dark and wise
Their wings are growing colder still
There is a chill inside the wind
The harbinger of winter's hell.
Above the lake the moon is shining
The leaves are rustling, green but old
The sky is black with specks of clouds
The world is changing as stars fall.
Behold the night with rubber wings
Reigning quietly upon the world
Like a primordial being of yore
Protective of a frail world.
The mind will plunge into dark waters
As winds that give you chills will roar
The leaves will fly inside dark puddles
As autumn wins crushing us all.
Alex Șutiu - all rights reserved
