The Delight Of Autumn Passion (Nox Aurea)

The beautiful odour of October winds Gently caress me with it's benevolent hands, Yet so dark and gloomy in it's soul It permeates my intense heart with silent delight How I do love the passion of fading away The passion of dying... For it is Death herself who sweeps the landscape, Embracing a lost world in shades and vapour I will never forget the dread of November, Her grievance and stillness of lonely nights The desire of heart, in minor adorned, Dancing so gently as dim northern lights How I do love this pleasant seclusion, This old bitter-sweet feeling, The passion of solitude O' my frozen Queen of December nights Let me transcend into a sleep without dreams, Let me wither in your cold white arms...