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The trees desperately grip their red and golden leaves

Lifeblood escapes from their brittle fingers

The throes of death create a full palette of beauty

The leaves fall like ashes, a grim premonition

Of sunlight fading and the rise of darkness

The world grows cold, some creatures sleep and some will awake

Summer days hide away

Birds take flight

To flee the autumn night

I am the Autumn Night!

The air, so piercing

Icicles inside the lungs

The smell of ashes

To combat the night so long

A desperate call

Coming from the edge of the forest

Creatures of light are right to be fearful

Their power wanes as the darkness grows

The veil between living and dead almost nonexistent

Answer the call

Descend from the trees

Rise from detritus

Rally to me

We are the Autumn Night!