Morpheus

Scattered Autumn embers, swept like fires cross September
Tree-wept tears grief-shed for Summer's death
Hollow wooden remembrance upon her final breath
Wake up, you've overslept again. Your lover's gone
You rested as a chill crept in, and on it emberSept
And once these last leaves drift slowly; sadly tumble down
Like dying flames final flicker; fold to ash upon the ground
She's gone, she left, so what remains to hold you to this town?
Cast dusk into the dust, embrace the night, and drown
At last engulfed by darkness, your rusted heart hellbound
Lie now amid this frozen filth, one mourning in Dead embers to be found.