Will the souls of men go on

As the Summer ends and dies

Taking its life with it

And Death comes in

Takes over everything

As the bodies are over come

By desires that where once unknown

Lives taken by others

Or by themselves

As images of terror stream in

Promising the union of Spring

Or more likly the end of Winter

As the Fall approaches

The souls may not find a hold

As Death and Sorrow fill the gaps

What ever was left by life