Autumn blast

In its natural course, my mood in a state of barren sorrow

Love’s lack, circles back, around life’s climate, heart’s rotation,

Thru the Eternal Hall of Seasons, from which I borrow

My strength to face gossip’s changing climate, and the wintry

Blast of my own goddess, domme morrigan, from you steal,

Joy from your eyes that overcomes sorrow, passes,

As true as a heart that loves, beats in rhythm of love to find

Love in every expression, in lack, you icy-stab love’s autumn