First Intermission
Slowly, the cooper bleeds
From the remnant rustling leaves
Of both the maple and the elm
The coming season of death
Bellows forth his paralyzing breath
Sparkling upon my helm
Pale crescent, protect me!
How their phantom barbs bite
Stinging tongue of a banshee
Apparitions of the damned
Taken without a fight
Felled by a cursed man, Hell's seed