Louise Patricia Crane - The Eve Of The Hunter

Sit by me and dream
While the leaves fall about our feet
Promise to never forget these words
Perish in this reverie

Reverie seems close
Tell me oh tell me
Tell me
Say no more

Auburn fields ignite
Memories of sweet goodbyes
Midsummer sadness
Fall and unite
Vanishing with autumn skies

How long can you run and hide
How many chose to die for you
Martyred to your pride