Wynorrific Eve

Upon the rustic walls, Laid a shadow, shadow too dry. In the trees beyond, laid the carnelian of fall; And I stroll away, into the vestige foliage ply. In my little cabin, many boring days had flown by, but it was a conquest gladden; for I shall accompany Mother Nature up among dancing ryes. Spread across, a roseate sweet smell; stood I amongst boughs and vined ringlets twined. And there flew a tender breeze that whispered yells, the two-faced blustery-zephyred whine. On the soled verdure of the autumn leaflets, were the outlandish disc-caps of the stem, and o'er these mushrooms, laid the hived-nests, amidst the chirps of crickets unkempt. Little petaled wings that fly, lead to the cascades of the stream, the godly water that ripples, like tiny pulse beats sly; of the meagre rill that flows for the boundless sea. Rhinestones of the velvet sky, shine ever so brightly, but, oh!- in the sky, the hazy gloam lies, Will my cindered flame guide me back, so untimely? The wind ruffles the autumnal forest floor; sending jitters down my spine; for in this land where dark galored, Neither the waned moon nor the canopied stars shine. A gust of cool breeze flew by, and I shivered off cold, but a gift of second sight was it, perhaps, For I could only fathom occult lores told. Amidst the blinding darkness that lay, there were distinct ruffles of the stream, the godly water that rippled, faint amongst my pulse beats; the meagre rill that flows, for the boundless sea.