Sep 25, 2015 02:54
Autumn again, crisp, true
Falls pages turning, falling
Burn away, burn for you
The walking ghosts of
Once great men
Once terrible men
Once men
Familiar tendrils, fingertips
Shadows
Truth and lies fade, blur
these details less detailed when
hearts beat out of habit
Autumn's dead breathing
Again
Embers to burn out
Or burn anew
write your name in the ashes
And choose