Autumn Grey Views (Empyrium)

Lifeless they fall apart Golden as our precious art My love sinks into a thick grey veil of mist Trees, leafless trees, the epitaph of the sun What once was green presents now grey and trist A gloomy grave, a foreseen death, a symbol for our pain Drowned in a flood of autumn rain Sillouettes of light astray somewhere in the clouds Ravens traverse, involving withering shrouds