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