Autumn the Wanderer

Dead leaves are all you left behind To break beneath my feet, I hate to see you leave this land Now banished by defeat. A wanderer you have become A wounded creature gold, You leave red blood and bits of soul A pathway for the cold. You stumble on the roads of life Each year we meet again, And passing by you take my hand And touch my heart with pain. Old memories come back to me Of years before the war, The days before you fought the cold And taught the winds to soar. You were my friend, we danced each day And laughed in storms of flame, I heard you cry each starlit night Until the winter came. One morning when I called to you You did not answer back, I searched for you all through that day Until the sky was black. Then just as stars begun to rise Upon a field of frost, I found a puddle of your blood And knew that you had lost.