And have damned His name. He who gave me spring
And promised it to stay, but then brought me
Fall instead. Daylight dimmed the month that took
My stone and blood away. The leaves then fell,
A new month came and stole my piece of soul.
My stone and blood went on his own accord
Unlike my piece of soul. He did not know
How fast it had gone till he left it far
Behind. My piece wanted her time to last,
And He who gave me fall had heard the damns
And pleas. In winter he then sent the spring.