Now is the third season

The season I don't long

Cause it is here

And you are gone 



You were the Incubus

Who raped my sleeping mind 



Awake - pain was the master

I crawled in a chasm 



But now

Unsown seeds germinate

Unplanted trees bear fruits 



The spell is broken

Unsummoned reveries gather

Unwinged thoughts fly 



Wind rapidly swings its arms

Takes fruits from the trees

And flings them away 



But what's ripe falls

Nevertheless

To the ground