Autumnlenses
To look through
When hills run
Too verdant
I have a deathwish…
Nay, I have six!
For the evergreen trees
Better off an abyss
In painted forests
Sinking deep underground
As impassable valleys in
Blackest kingdom reaches
Stood upon
Beaches of ash
I see igneous wrath
On every oak and pine branch
Deathwish manifests
As arson to the arson
As hotter than sun
Scorches before the hunt
From a gale in the skies
Charring the clouds
And chasing down the
Summer colors
Consume Reality! 