Autumn's Child

Autumn’s Child lives across the creek,

Among leaves of fire and blood

And Autumn’s Child creeps beneath the trees,

And paints his face with mud

The burning forest is his kingdom,

The golden meadows, his domain

And when the wind blows crisp and cold

Autumn’s Child calls down the rain

Through storms of amber leaves he stalks,

And whispers warnings to the wild things

Amid mushroom rings he sits and talks,

And advises the birds take wing

With haunted eyes and heavy heart,

Autumn’s Child will watch and wait

And when the shadows solidify,

Autumn’s Child will know his fate

One dawn will break Winter’s window,

And glass dust will frost the land

The ice will spiderweb the trees

Alone, Autumn’s Child will stand

Autumn’s Child will die across the creek,

Upon the skeletons of faded leaves

And Autumn’s Child will sleep until

His season wishes him breathe