Before the leaves turn orange & gold,
the full moon glowed silver.
The night breezes blow cooler.
I think about Death—
The full moon glowed silver.
I feel invincible!
I think about Death
as I wear my disguise—
I feel invincible
when the black cats howl.
As I wear my disguise,
all the flowers have disappeared!
When the black cats howl,
the night breezes blow cooler.
All the flowers have disappeared
before the leaves turn orange & gold.