Cassiopeia

Falling autumn leaves,
brushes her cheeks,
swirls gently around,
lands at her feets.
Gets crushed.

The withered remains,
carried by the wind,
tell the tale,
of the one sinned.
Gets hushed.

The autumn rains,
weep and bury,
deep into the soil,
calming the fury.
Gets rushed.

The rotting soul,
nurtures and feeds,
the young of tomorrow,
suckles and breeds.
Is gushed.

And there begins,
the story of autumn,
Anew.