Autumn leaves scattered, blow in winters chill and all cold things
Dark corridors of marble abide forward motion on tarnished rings
As frost sparkles upon mirrors of creatures reflections abound
Black souls wander in trails of wispy footsteps without a sound
Tree in the centre of stone juts upward as acorns fall as snowdrops
Small creatures upon leathery wings tease the hair of her crops
Dandelion in colouration before the blue of crystal etched eyes
Thorns adorn the walls adjacent to the scratches upon silk thighs
As eyes of everything follow this maiden foraging upon fantasy
Untouched by mortal affection as red lips seek a lovers empathy
Thus to lay her frame upon the alter and surrender to her passion
Beneath the devils embrace as darkness envelops fires fruition
Whipping the flames of the contentment in the arms of darkness
As she writhes beneath penetrations grip from Cumming duress
Spirits of so many swimming within her blood to a mortal heart
The seed of his climax flourishes in her womb deeply in part
Of the hidden germination inside her flesh untouched of light
Innocent maiden bearing that of the darkest of an ungodly sight
Far below the corridors of constant night in the realm of autumns
Chains hold high burning lanterns in stone hands of cast demons
Steps asunder find the unphysical in a place born before time
Lichens adorn the stones like tapestries of a neglected mime
Witnessed thus by no one as their presence is forever silence
In this place of wonder in seamless unchanging occurrence
Beyond tendering of the physical condemnation of mankind
Tiny bells of reckoning tingle from the depths of our own mind
Recalling to the place of all seasons in a suspension of living
Loosing ourselves to mysteries of where imaginations dwelling
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