A morbid fascination with autumn of death’s season; rotting leaves, hearts broken. With her, with lovers I came here seldom a place of Anubis. screamed bad omen. Bodies, bodies, atop one another Dancing red embers, once evergreen green fall. Aided by death’s wind, greed. Shake, shudder. Through barren branches… the apple of Eve Gorging itself on decomposing life Giving way to life, not death, temptation, Love. Passionate spark. Someone to call wife My all, sacred temple. Soul salvation. Within this culmination; death’s domain, Life’s living. It is here we shall remain.

** sadly not a Shakespearean sonnet. I got lost somewhere along the iambic pentameter. **