Sweet summer’s glowing, Scent of freshly cut grasslands, As the days lengthen.

Pumpkins, treats and sweets,

Marks shifting in icy winds,

Waiting for darkness.

Cool changing seasons,

Tanned leaves toughen bitter frost, Copper trees entrenched in snow, And winter upon us.

Autumn apples glow, Ripening, sweet to the taste, Orchard morn’s cosmos.

Blood red moon glowing,

Witching hour releases his soul, Victims’ consumption.