The Cycle

What if it's like this,

"Our summer's at an end

Just as the october frost pierces morning glory flesh,

We are approaching our autumn."

September

And so it began

Our maples started to turn

The end of her world.

Lady Velvet, Lady Darkness

I am stealing from the dream queen

I am robbing her of company

I am snatching cloaked hours

And there is no way to pay the fine

She will not except riches nor compliments nor pleas

It's only the early enchanted hours that she shall now take from me.