A morbid fascination with autumn

of death’s season; rotting leaves, hearts broken.

With her, with lovers I came here seldom

a place of Anubis. screamed bad omen.

Bodies, bodies, atop one another

Dancing red embers, once evergreen green

fall. Aided by death’s wind, greed. Shake, shudder.

Through barren branches… the apple of Eve

Gorging itself on decomposing life

Giving way to life, not death, temptation,

Love. Passionate spark. Someone to call wife

My all, sacred temple. Soul salvation.

Within this culmination; death’s domain,

Life’s living. It is here we shall remain.

** sadly not a Shakespearean sonnet. I got lost somewhere along the iambic pentameter. **