Winter and autumn drove hand in hand

dazzled by the light of a perplexed moon

all tangled in bohemian supremacy

and the tingly ambience of a deceitful noon



...tangled in grand affection



Autumn's cold hand craving in a tight and comforting response

while their bizarre passionate music tore fainthearted souls apart

the narrow minded seasons did violently collide

when they beheld autumn hellishly situated on winter astride



...tangled in grand affection



There were few lucid moments in the subsequent madness

both winter and autumn withdrew from joy to abided sadness

wasting their dark passion and wasting their complexion

reluctancy turned to nonchalance

and this denouement is the grand reflection



Daunting the timidity of shallow waters,

the hands of the beast wrote some touching rhymes

sadly they drifted apart like trees denued of leaves,

and thus the dialogue was dead by springtime