It fled all the way from the cloud court of gods, 

cloaked in a thick, dark rain,

falling down to the chilling midnight of the Midwest.

The exhausted beast that fell into the earthly realm,

Dragged its muddy flesh mixed with blood

into a forest tunnel of shaded branches.

Lost consciousness shattered into blood-stained leaves,

floating forward in a bubbling red stream.

The last dwelling body scent of the goddess of summer

tugged the beast’s demising sense of smell,

tempting just like the first time they met upon the palace of sky.

The remnants of the divine could not help but stagger,

the divine of love that enlarged its nature of beast.

Under the watching of those resentful gods,

amidst the crashes of blood and flesh and two sides of the verdant path,

often a few clusters of summer's pure, lime green,

tarnished with the bloody red of fall.