A Season of Truth

Although painted trees with
carousels of brassless rings.
Take heed to visions of;
The Falling Of The Leaves

Reigned horses dressed in
spectacle flash through intensity,
yet vigilant pride sends thoughts of;
The Falling Of The Leaves

Transparent eyes etched in a hoofers face
call gently, gently across his plume,
sending flowers for the representative of;
The Falling Of The Leaves

Absent sagacity filled shells from
fire and flame meander through mediocrity
of plowed traces of brilliance contained in;
The Falling Of The Leaves

Princes of passion constrained from reality
holding antiquated bouquets hiding traces of venom.
A washing of iniquity is trapped inside;
The Falling Of The Leaves

Cancerous veins of tranquilized hopes
transcended by captions both black & good
continue in earnest amidst an oppulant glare for;
The Falling Of The Leaves

Trials of ages sprinkle layers upon
prosper laden with patient praises
to with crowns appear and fall focused on;
The Falling Of The Leaves

Before a fall, under it all, drenched in gall,
confessed to call, the hay in the stall, hides even tall.
Pleasantry of chivalry satisfies until the fall, of;
The Falling Of The Leaves

Look to the trees, painted and preened,
feathered and green, scented for dreams.
Solid they seem 'til the Father unseen declares;
The Falling Of The Leaves

Passing in basements contracted with imputance.
Sailing and smiling availed in confident presumption.
The clash there of speaks to egotistical modesty?
during......The Falling Of The Leaves

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