Quieting park. Black, muted avenue. Shadow games spook along forgotten leaves. Melodic autumn sighs into a flute. The melancholic prelude comes and grieves. A naked, trite and petrified faun snickers Like Satan at a star felled from the sky, Felled to uphold the law of centuries. Nothing endures: beauty and life must die. Quieting park. Just underneath tired feet Yellow leaves whisper about d**h to be. Nothing endures. A faun in slumberous calm Smiles mutely and will word no sympathy.