Deliverance

With the colors of autumn
He came to me
Like a ghost in the fog,
He said to me:

   Death will not part our ways
   Nor will lament
   Leave his deceitful package
   Outside your weary door

Scarlet tears of decay
Scour my hopeless face
But I’ve not yet mourned
The departure of your bitter grace

   It is not I, who kisses those lips
   But Sorrow himself,
   And you greet him with smiles
   Upset am I, at this, why yes,

Dark clouds engulf me
Like the maple’s falling death,
And upon my solemn gaze
I see his cold, whispering breath—

   Unlock me from iron clad;
   Trust me in darkness;
   As you are longing to feel
   My fiery desire for your embrace

Weeping am I for truth,
As winter’s birds bellow for meals
And snow tickles my hungry feet,
But quenched they’ll never feel.

   Fallen from the sun you are
   Like the yellow in my sky,
   I reap your happiness
   But no seeds do you sow

Like a shroud of doubt
He bewildered me;
In a blanket of hope,
He taunted me;

   Bring me home, my dear
   Deliver me to your world
   And you shall once again
   Arrive atop a tower of pride

Plague clogged my mind—
The tunnels of darkness—
I closed my sheltered eyes
And entered the gates of iron