torrid autumn

 in this torrid autumn, 

this dry time,

leave it to me my dear, 

to burn all that you fear.

for i know nothing else.

to the season of metamorphosis,

this era of destruction,

we are sisters.

so as this veil thins,

and the otherworldly brushes ever so near,

hold close to me dear,

as we wander through the dark.

you will soon find how vibrant the void can be.