The Pathway Of Fired Splendour Poem by Jessica Robert

The warmth of the summer air slowly melts away
Along with it's own perfection
Revealing a dark beauty
That could only come from a demon from beyond
The russet path covered in proof of death
Motionless leaves laid stilly on the sol;
That got colder with each passing trice
And they crushed under fleeting feet
Above the murdered leaves
Was the real pain of it's unreal beauty
The treetops burned with bright flames
Lumimious colors whipped and slashed at the remaining
Like a sunset on the horizon
Winds blew wickedly at my as I stared dumfounded by the splendour
Forcing me to inhale the sweet autumn scent
That lingers of the pine trees
And from the fading fragrance of the flowers
Leisurely, the brightening colors begin to fade
And fire died out
The branches rested bare
And dustings of white powder fell from the sky; sprinkling me
The fall demon and it's vividness was gently pushed aside
Letting the bitter winter take over and rule
Until spring would surely arrive