Coming Autumn Fire

The nights grow long and the frost tinges the summer air, crisp n fresh. The coming autumn fire, the burn of wood cedar & pine spices the air. Something comes, something wicked this way comes …in the night as a reaper a shadow of sorrow that will sour the warm soul! The night grows long… cold! something is here… in the shadows eyes burn & stare! A hunger that knows no quenching, the thrust that drives the madness… as the night grows long the frost is laced in gentle breezes… Walking in the shadows… the things cast… as the eclipsed star dies It's inevitable daily death. The woods darken as light from homes come on like beacons of life. Hearing these graveyard noises drifting on the autumn nightmares air crisp as fresh the coming autumn breeze… The burning wood of cedar & pine spices the air! Something comes, something wicked in its own way, comes in the night as a reaper a shadow of sorrow… A hint of autumn coming fire!