Scattered

When the yellow leaves sped fast
With wings so weak, in the wind,
A darling spell was cast
Upon my fingers, and colours pinned


There was a Victorian house,
The ladies there were lovely, blind
And there was an Autumn rouse
My mind, up to the sky, assigned


There was a chariot unmanned,
Which broke to shards of crystal glass
There was a lamp upon a stand
The fire melted to red mass


The storm was echoing afar
The roads were listlessly leaf-clad
My eyes wielded a scar -
And then, people shrieked like mad


Drops of diamonds fell slow
The girls were dying in the smoke
As I heard a snow dove crow
I watched myself within a cloak


And when the ink was dry
I cried in my secret heaven, wild
My mind was hard to pry
I still am an Autumn child