Losing Autumn

The colourful leaves lay crisp on the ground

The trees stand bare at salute, never sure when the end will come

The sun peeks through puffs of clouds

Sending solar waves through as if signalling for help

A slight warmth still lingers in the air

Yet the odd breeze picks it up and takes it away

As if bearing a message of what's to come

It may still be autumn but everyone knows what happens next

The cries of Demeter will chill the air

Removing any sign of warmth at the loss of her daughter

Her attention will shift

No longer caring for the earth

The flames of rage will kindle within her

Tears will escape her weeping soul

Falling to the ground like frozen hellfire

Relentlessly terrorizing the earth with spells of ice and snow

Hardening it with layers of frost to resemble the stone heart she bears

Covering it, sheet by sheet, so no man can claim it's lands

Or manipulate it's soils like they did to her

She will haunt the earth

Bearing resemblance to death himself

With every gust of wind her cries will ring out

With every creak of a branch her hollow footsteps will whisper nearby

With every hail storm her tears will flow steadily down her face, freezing as they fall

With every sheet of ice her reflection will appear

Never allowing you to forget her presence

Yet she will notice not the cold for her body will burn with revenge

Winter is coming, for Demeter wishes it to be

To be a reminder of what she has lost

And what she will take from you in exchange