Poem I Wrote While Very Drunk

[augustwinter]

august misses its dear friend old raven.
dressed in the loviest and beautiful
fall down boldy leaves to sigh and even
to say goodybe a farewell takes its toll
warns of nights to come dreary to spend alone
no amount of coin to attone for deeds
undone and words unspoke the season on loan
trembling under weights but failing to heed
the sage oak spoke of and out a warning
about another autumn too long gone
about all/no things before the morning
to burn.burn.burn against the coming dawn
so spoke at last shedding all pretense
makes more sense to live in the present tense

borrowed a couple things it seems :P