The Fall of Orion

Long nights 

no longer 

hold promises 

for me.

The absence 

of light 

now speaks 

in the seeded tongue 

of stolen 

memories

Shadowed moments

web themselves

dripping 

with the fallen 

darkness
unraveled 

 in our Past's 

cocooning.

Their silence 

dreams 

of whispery nothings

and I just float 

along a dusky madness

strung 

 on the loss 

of 

my hunter's 
sight.

Autumn is nothing 

but a slow blazing death... 

littering the streets

with sadness

and moonlight.