Into the town of Autumn
I went one fateful day;
The afternoon was cold and bright
The evening wet and gray.
Down the road I slowly wandered
Through the soft October rain
And passed a child who stared at me
With eyes so old and full of pain.
I saw an angel at the Inn
Warming by the fire;
A devil sat and talked with him
Of what did they conspire?
Inside the Pub I sat alone
I watched a stranger drinking gin
Another time I knew him well
Another life we’d meet again.
Into the graveyard mist I walked
In the dark I struck a flame
Before me was a tombstone
And on it was my name…
The cemetery leaves rustled, whispered
Secrets, and forgotten dreams…
In the town of Autumn
Nothing’s as it seems.
© Michael Davis
Michael Davis is a writer and editor of the Lovecraft eZine, a monthly online magazine of original Lovecraftian fiction.
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