By Enslavement of Beauty

A smell of autumn in the air
As summers lease is drawing nigh.
It's soon to come; my greatest fear,
when everything I love will die

The change of seasons wait to kill.
A smell of autumn in the air.
Here, I ,alone, will linger still
while those I love will disappear.

But I have seen it all, my dear
and will not grieve this much too long.
A smell of autumn in the air,
resembling all the things, gone wrong.

I sat and watched as summer wept
and saw its end without despair
thus nothing left to mourn, except,
A smell of autumn in the air.