Autumn Raises Its Proud Head... Poem by Brett White

Autumn raises its proud head,
A Golden Nod to the soon to be dead,
Hopefully our dreams are not misled
Down the path Angels fear to tread.

Solar Eclipse shades the Sun,
I thought thou wert the only one,
To calm'st me down when I wanted to Run
Away from the Pain as real as a gun.

Dreary now I lay asunder:
Bloodsoak'd, surrounded by thunder,
Why Fate art thou so Cruel? I sometimes wonder...
Until I layeth my head down in blissful slumber

Thoughts of thee pull me under...
Yet I fear no demons below the covers.