September's End

Torn and tangled,
Thrown and trampled
Upon the beaten path.

Crushed and smashed
Before the glass
Can shatter life at last.

With each new batch,
The masters’ catch
Of sweet and bitter feasts,

The end begins
And light fills in
Despair and pain have passed.

And as blood runs dry
With tears I cry
Of life’s own living wrath,

My mind remembers
Fate’s September
Of death and life reborn.