A Crimson Forest whispers autumns sound
Like a rain of fire the falling leaves
A floral carpet forms 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 as the shadows leaves
To mourn the beauty once adorned
To lie in rest beneath the leaves
Grieving the warmth of a summer scorned