The Autumn leaves bleed red,
Showing their only true color,
Their bodies tumble into a pile,
The Grave Master makes his culler,
An upward path lingering,
A thin line committing a theft,
The white flag yet to be seen,
A defeat is all that is left,
The ground shaking with excitement,
Awaiting for it's long distant company,
It's brothers and sisters grew mightily,
Yet they would always have plenty,
It's end growing near,
The light growing dim,
The Darkness creeping in,
Remembering the old battle hymn.
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