Dirge: Novembers Doom Poem by Patrick Sunday

'Oh November,
Oh November!
Death,
Hath In Cold Crimpson's Knashed! '
'Sweet,
Sweet,
November!
Dressed,
Hath Your Sons In Robed Black! '
'Your Wondrous Tales,
Of My Moment Seemed,
Thwarted! '
'Your Solemn Heat,
Of The Summer Did Bring,
Lament! '
'Of No Goose,
Of No Goose!
Flee,
Shall Of Your Fogless Cloud Be Found! '
'Of No Grave,
Of No Grave,
Leech,
Would Of Your Sanctuary Lay Ground! '
'And Somber Somber Days,
Hath Us,
Oh,
Of Darker Times And No Brighter Rays,
To See! '