Colored for Battle

Autumn’s on the hillside,

With Calvary in tow,

While Summer sets his soldiers,

And showers the ground with bows.

She’s come here for the castle,

As the prophecy foretold,

Her leaves colored for battle,

She must reach it by the snow.

With a clever chill,

She sees there is a change,

As she blocks Summer’s golden sun,

And adds ice cubes to the rain.

She arrived this time last year,

And it is now she must return,

Autumn’s set to bring destruction,

Her oranges and yellows burn.

Autumn calls a November advance,

Summer strains to hold his walls,

For this is their last chance,

Before Winter whitewashes all.

Should we cling to Summer,

The warmth in which he ruled,

Or charge the gate with Autumn,

Her touch so crisp and cool?

The prophecy itself,

Has been called down by the gods,

This battle will be bloody,

For each season’s heart is strong.