Untwined are the many relentless lives gone passed, attached
As though a sacrifice, one is to stay firm in place and shed a skin
Resting place not, but living space to be, alike many forests

Not an ounce of gold nor many of strenght can replace, remove thee
Only within a given strand of will, faith of ones quest
beauty to an eye

From the intricateness to the excessiveness of it all
We all return to our destined faiths, the only faiths we share

Beauty to one is ignorance to another, beauty is.....simply
From the echoes of the howl to the scent of the rot
From the stiff muscles to the frozen rains

One must abide nonetheless to this beauty
Beauty now takes its preeminent, rudimentary stage where none wants to
overtake, digest...

Stay! Do not go astray, take not cover from me!
I will nourish your condition requiring relief,
for youve taken and so now it is I, that shall give,
with my many colours.

Conservative minds preserve the facility to dwell amongst time of eternal harvests, now where do i lay in that set of soul?

I am but a strand of sand in my mothers hand and on your land i now stand....

said autumnus, thee whose great charm and beauty arouses adoration to put aside the indolent