November Poem by pere isaac afezu

It was the cool of the year
Every single day has calm sun
The gentle breeze swayed the branches
And comes the thought of an ending passage
The longing for a new beginning
All the way you see
The beauty of its calmness and innocence
Ah, Orpheus' charm of life lifeless inheritance
And the taming of human beasts
To come to our naked recovery
To start anew
I am all alone now
And these thoughts have betrayed my sixth sense
What more? I am entangled in this world of deceiving parallels
No, I shall not get moved by this quest
For a new beginning
That seems to have wiped out the seed of the forbidden fruit
Indeed shall it grow again through the new beginning
So here comes the circle that we constantly race
And dear God be on our side lest
We forever race in Pluto's underworld
Till our foretold rescue which seeks the abode of our former conscience comes