Crimson Forest weeping autumns sound
Like a rain of fire the falling leaves
A floral carpet upon the ground
the last light of summer now deceives

In her gentle breeze the summer leaves
I stand alone in my seclusion
My heart cannot ease the loss it grieves
Was summer just a sad illusion

In visions dark the shadow leaves
To mourn the beauty once adorned
To lie in rest beneath the leaves
Grieving warmth of a summer scorned