As Autumn Approaches
As autumn approaches my time draws near;
the bloodlust in me has deepened.
My heart and soul are consumed by fear
and my desire to live has weakened.
My eyes are bathed in a pool of red
from an early setting sun.
The vampire in me must soon be fed,
while from my wrists the blood will run.
The great oak outside my window
speaks to me of his pain,
for as his sap ceases flow
to red his leaves will change.
And the geese headed south in flight,
are calling me to the end...
as the brace themselves against winter's bite
onward, to Hell's gates, I'll be sent.
Copyright © Anna Makoujy | Year Posted 2006
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