Hell and Autumn Charvi Pande

Charvi Pande Hell and Autumn

I watch the leaves fall Walking on a red and orange flame through a stony path And wonder if the trees are in pain As they shed their death to the ground.

Death suits you, I tell the trees. It makes for a pretty view. There is a rustling wind, And I watch one leaf in particular as it falls Swaying and twisting to some unknown tune, La danse macabre. I wonder if I am a villain For admiring death. And I wonder if someone will admire mine. The thought is startling - cruel, sinister, ugly.

The sound of a passing train kills it, Scattering it with the falling leaves

A silence interrupts between me and myself, As I continue walking, Through the red and orange flame,

It stretches for a long,

long while,

I wonder if I am a villain

Suddenly this is amusing to me. I think of a Disney villain and laugh quietly. The train sounds once more, And I look to the pretty dying leaves as they fall, And I continue walking, Through the beautiful red and orange flames.