Autumn Tears Winter's Warning I. Prologue
My time hath come again, my sisters
I allow thee to rest unrecognized
Painlessly thou shalt sleep
As death creeps into pale flesh of fertile golden bliss
We shall not speak of thy awakening
As long as I rule... my bitterness shall reign
And my frost shall reflect the night
Falling upon Summer's withering remains
By J. Goth
