Seasons Endings by Jude kyrie

Crimson Forest weeping autumns sound 
Like a rain of fire the falling leaves 
A floral carpet upon the ground 
\the last light of summer now deceives 

In her gentle breeze the summer leaves 
I stand alone in my seclusion 
My heart cannot ease the loss it grieves 
Was summer just a sad illusion 

In visions dark the shadow leaves 
To mourn the beauty once adorned 
To lie in rest beneath the leaves 
Grieving warmth of a summer scorned