Patric
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Don't mind 'em, I enjoyed your poem. Here's mine
emon Of The Fall
Patric Wärgården
Hellish nuances of orange, brown and gold
Shining through weeping trees
My face enlightened by the sardonic grin
Through Octobers perpetual agony
My feet standing stomped beneath an oak tree
Its branches covering me with grief
As it thinks about days of old
Days of better, days of passion
Once growing with a gloom so fierce and respected
Now sucked solemn for the juice of life
No more sacrificial blood is to be spilt
On the gnarled, green flesh
No more long fires is to be held
No more pride is to satiate shining sky above
My surroundings is emptied of stoic laughter
The forest of October lie silent
Waiting for me as does the moulded grave
Leafs fall to the ground
Just like snowdrops, their arrival waited for
With tedious monotony
Hundreds of branches shaking with anger
Their crimson speaking unknown to me
Assuring me that I am but a yr. 2001 human
Forever ignorant, I am trapped
Inside four walls of arrogance
No furry being will look into my eyes
I can hear no creeping worms under the sod
Alone and awake but emptied I stand
Invisible demons of the fall speaks
But their comfortless tongue will not reach my ears
Their long beards and earthen colours will never reach my human eyes
emon Of The FallPatric Wärgården
Hellish nuances of orange, brown and gold
Shining through weeping trees
My face enlightened by the sardonic grin
Through Octobers perpetual agony
My feet standing stomped beneath an oak tree
Its branches covering me with grief
As it thinks about days of old
Days of better, days of passion
Once growing with a gloom so fierce and respected
Now sucked solemn for the juice of life
No more sacrificial blood is to be spilt
On the gnarled, green flesh
No more long fires is to be held
No more pride is to satiate shining sky above
My surroundings is emptied of stoic laughter
The forest of October lie silent
Waiting for me as does the moulded grave
Leafs fall to the ground
Just like snowdrops, their arrival waited for
With tedious monotony
Hundreds of branches shaking with anger
Their crimson speaking unknown to me
Assuring me that I am but a yr. 2001 human
Forever ignorant, I am trapped
Inside four walls of arrogance
No furry being will look into my eyes
I can hear no creeping worms under the sod
Alone and awake but emptied I stand
Invisible demons of the fall speaks
But their comfortless tongue will not reach my ears
Their long beards and earthen colours will never reach my human eyes
Don't worry, you may get there soon 
