September Falls

September came in like a sombre whirlwind, Eclipsing the deadening blossoms of summer. Pallid moonlight coats glistening frost, That coats the last strands of grass holding on. Embers of a pagan pyre swirl through the air, Mass ritualistic hymns ring across realms, Breaching otherworldly barriers, Evoking sacred cosmic rites, Resurrecting scattered souls. Falling bodies collapse to the slaughter, As one soul is given in exchange for another. Loss begets loss; Lightning suddenly surges through the skies, Signalling completion of an unholy ritual.