Seasons of Decay

The long awaited apostasy

Treachery is ecstasy

Summer’s self-satisfaction

The cleverest of distractions

All the while dead things grow

Creep of power crawling low

I am coming for you breathing frost

No ocean no desert too large to cross

Warmth and heat will choke on blood

As Winter swarms with its icy flood

The seasons change they always change

You tiny people will feel it’s full range

As seasons turn to decay

As you beg for green to stay

Now remember as you breathe me in

Remember Winter will always win

-CL Fuqua