The bones of earth drape with scarlet
And we breathe a sigh of gloom
With the familiar descent- the quiet
As romantics bleed words of doom
Mysteries bloom with cobblestone paths
Lined with bare-faced jacks
Fabled fares of whimsical wrath
Abound with a glistening black
And all over, warmth becomes us
In the crisp chill, cellos
Sing Macabre: the Treasonous
Where bleaker graves, Enders pay
Undue "hellos".
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