Poem -
Autumn
The end of the fun,
When Summer is gone.
The coldness comes in,
Rottenness begins.
As leaves die,
And wind makes them fly.
Forced in motion,
Love in a potion.
A season for views,
Waiting for dire news.
A gate to our inside,
Emotions in the silent they cried.
Our demons open their eyes,
Our inside cries.
We are put to a test,
To see if evil is at best.
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Comments
Amias!  Your poem is quite unique…I've never read "autumn" described this way.  Very inventive with dark portents. Autumn here is depicted as a season that rolls into an assortment of negative entities.  Good and evil vying for first place as the demon awakes to claim his prize.  Well done!
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Autumn can be so beautiful with the golds, yellows and reds of leaves but the cold and the onset of winter I can do without ! Â :)
Good write !Â
Best wishes !