Clad in Black and Gold

Eternal autumn reigns in a World now cold. The beauty of decay, Story yet untold. World once known, Now broke, no change. Only the autumn remains, eternal Story told. A deadly Silence, Only the sound of leaves In compliance. A symphony of death in the stillness Of old. Beauty still resides See her rust-born specimen, Tattered and torn. Hands spread apart, The final form. The cycle of life spiraling Down. A faint neon turns frown and Twisted crown. In the heart Of an October forest, Where the trees stand tall and the leaves Fall slowly Like a majestic dance, There lies a haunting and eerie feeling As if the air is charged with an unlanded Force. The rustled leaves whisper secrets of long Ago as the wind howls and Screams Like a tortured soul. Eternal autumn reigns In And all world once known Now broke, no chains. Only the autumn remains. Eternal story told. As the trees touch the sky. The wind sings their requiem. But in this endless fall. Her golden grace still lives On. Let the leaves fall in silent Grace. A final goodbye to the Human Race