Mortificata Lacrimis
Autumn burns in peaceful flame
A quiet death, cold winter’s game
Across the dead horizon line
Red and gold, death mask divine
The sun itself slows down its roll
The moon steps up to pay its toll
Flora et fauna tardus in tempore
Ipsam terram gloria renovare
Softened ground from tears of sky
The lords of the air all start to cry
A dulled pale glowing light of day
Plunging lifeblood deep in dry decay
The stormfly dies vainglorious death
The stormcrow crying shibboleth
Corvus vocat mori neniam
Per lacrimas et imbres veniam
Old winter walks the valley of death
The yearling breathes a stormy breath
Bleed the trees, strip them to bone
The jackrabbit spends his days alone
The red leaves fall and mold and rot
The cardinal cries the cold he’s bought
Vide lacrimas mortuorum
Ad solis occasum argentum
-Punkamoar
