The weather is finally shifting, the Summer finally coming to a close. They say it is a time of transitions, of endings and of new beginnings, as one year is starting to reach the twilight of its life the other is trying to come into being. Love and death and life, warmth and cold, birth and rebirth, an endless cycle that shifts around us. Perhaps life and death are lovers and they will not admit that they need each other, that without both of them and the ritual they perform, the cycle of harvest and death and rebirth, none of us would survive the Winter.
Autumn's Bliss (The Harvest)
Caught in the moonlight, raven's cry
Hoisting high the torch I bare
Born on that most frightful night
The spark within I daren't douse
A lantern light a lighthouse fire
My blackened birds they sing to you
Up in your most forbidden spire
Your tower on that mountaintop
Foreboding as the forest seems
Trees come to life with whispers
I break the steadfast light of moonbeams
To walk between the colors of the leaves
Leading my heart through brambles deep
Briers pricked against thin skin
Lines of blood form scars that seep
With sap affixed to aching wounds
A spell recited to bind my bones
One look will make my knees grow weak
You've got me in the weeds my dear
Drawing me to this ancient peak
Whether Gorgon's gaze
Succubus's kiss
The sentence will remain the same
Imprisoned here in soulless bliss
Pressed against infinity
A love lost in lust and still repressed
Brought to the cusp of finding out
Buried here before the harvest's end
In Autumn's bliss I catch a glimpse
Your love carried by a vulture's gaze
A breeze as above and so below
I find myself a willing slave
Such intoxicating pain
To climb the mountain time again
Belonging to this ritual
Like a tidal ebb and flow
For who can resist the witch's call?
Circe plays her siren song
But in the forest of the dead my dear
Only I will heed your call
The violence of your vines
Poisoned veins burn so divine
Across my venom scarring skin
How I long to drive that dagger in
Sacrificial I remain
Spread across the stones of old
To look upon your face divine
Beauty as warm as your touch is cold
And in this hold where two are one
You reduce me down to ash and bone
A moment that will never die
And it belongs to you and I
So I stand here at the blasted heath
The forest dark and dead and deep
And send my raven's aloft to see
If you and I are ordained to meet
And no sooner have they sung their song
The sun is setting the moon is full
And your voice oh Autumn, your haunting call
Beckons me to fall in love
And so this cycle turns again
Frost across once verdant land
But the ash to which I am reduced
Will make the new year start to bloom
A harvest moon hangs in the sky
A testament to you and I
The veil of twilight remains thin
Allowing reflections of our awesome sin
So swing your scythe O fearsome one
O lonesome Autumn swing
For as the seasons change their shape
Of you and only you I dream
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