The beautiful colors of autumn danced
Its blazen bright colors into stardom.
Each pansey, wild weeping willow twirled
Its colors in great ecstacy
The flowers are all a stage
and the dreamy plum blossoms majestically
Flutter to the ground
As if to say "Farewell, my young lovely plumeys. Bub-bye. I-I fall... I
fall.."

Then all is quiet
And snub my voice does it
A voiciferous young rebel
With tattoes of taboos- rip tides, hurricanes, and floodings
Rampages.
"Farewell, my young lovely plumeys. Bub-bye. I-I fal-"
The white fiend touches a cold corpse
Its colorful petal-like skirts flutter up.
Pansey, the flower colors angrily and turns livid with pestilence and
fear FROZEN.
His name is Winter.