Hallows Dirge

Hear my voice, O Lord of Hades
Salve my sorrow, light is fading
Muse, add thine eloquence to mine

End of year and end of harvest
Burnt the fields where life abounded
All that remains is memory's wine

Where the roses of the summer?
Where the light, when leaves have fallen?
Where are the works that I have done?

As the sowing, so the reaping
Turns the year to joy or weeping
The hour of weighing grain has come

Wine distills the sun of summer
Now I wait and watch and slumber
Vigil to keep beneath the ground

Yet, my eyes see light and darkness
Yet, my soul knows truth and shadow
Yet, I attend upon the spring

Deep in silence speaks the wisdom
Let me treasure autumn's season
Time to reflect, to dream and plan

Burn the weeds and fill the grain bin
Rise the shades to whisper longings
Earth rends her garments, mourns the sun