Euthanasia of Autumn

One finds you passing, loving season mine

One finds you passing, that grand love of fine

Lost in the snow, finding memories can fade

Where new sufferings in sadness their fate's made…



The leaves are now sleeping, populating the ground

The forest is still, and in sleep there be no sound

Where birds sung, wolves now cry, lamenting their hunger

The time is passing and no creature is younger…



The strike of time, the season is up

And the season of life now is for the close-up

This new season of unknown pain

Contains the promise for golden gain…



Autumn season long gone, in a land forgotten

Now Winter please lead me to this fate now bestowed!