As autumn comes the world will shift from summer’s sun to winter’s bliss. Red tones fade to blue, ice surrounds and the land’s subdued. Dim rings circle the eye; an ice land sitting in the sky. White flashes shift above, stars glisten and the summer’s done.

clear skies fill the night
a winter’s storm will soon strike
like a seventh wave to slay

seventh from the sun
his storms are second to none
as autumn will never come