Quieting park. Black, muted avenue.
Shadow games spook along forgotten leaves.
Melodic autumn sighs into a flute.
The melancholic prelude comes and grieves.
A naked, trite and petrified faun snickers
Like Satan at a star felled from the sky,
Felled to uphold the law of centuries.
Nothing endures: beauty and life must die.
Quieting park. Just underneath tired feet
Yellow leaves whisper about d**h to be.
Nothing endures. A faun in slumberous calm
Smiles mutely and will word no sympathy.