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.