Lirama

Colours burst in wild explosions
Fiery, flaming shades of fall
In accord with my pounding heart
Behold the autumnweaver

In bronze and yellow dying
Unfold into dreams

In hordes of a thousand and one
The bleeding

Unwearing their masks
To the last notes of summer (to the last notes of summer)
Their flutes and horns of nightly swarming

Colours burst within
Spare me these unending fires
Bestowed upon the flaming shades of fall

September flies beyond our reach
As the flames reborn their fall
October is the art we teach
With the flaming
Shades of fall

November
Robe of prophet
Heart of false redeemer
Night whispers
As the flaming shades of fall now die

Darkness, wild and unchained
Towards its heart we plunge
We must crush the false redeemer
With the flaming shades of fall