Crimson Leaves

I came across a body that was lying in a forest

A woman here abandoned on a bed of Crimson leaves

I wondered what her name was, she was morbidly attractive 

I looked at her more closely as I got down on my knees 

Her lips were red as petals and her skin as white as cotton

Her vacant eyes more bluer than the autumn sky above

I knew it seemed a little wrong, I hung my head in shame 

But from the moment that I saw her I was hopelessly in love

I wiped the dirt that clung to her, untangled vines from raven hair

And dressed her in the fallen leaves that covered up the ground

I whispered her a sad lament and begged her soul to answer me

The wind became her voice and was the only eery sound

I thought I heard her singing and imagined her before me

Dancing just as freely as the spiralling autumn leaves

I never knew her name but she reminded me of winter

Underneath the pointing fingers of the old forgotten trees