THE AUTUMN PEOPLE
mark my words
when days go dark
the silence leaves a
wicked mark
the autumn people
make their ways
October brings
them out to play
when whistle screams
and pipes a’steam
reveal their place
they knot your dreams
with frantic fingers
tearing eyes
the autumn people
terrorize
for none will stop them
no one can
they banquet on
the soul of man
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