by Stefon Napier24 Oct 2014
To the last of the Pocket Aces,
what is at last left in season?
Thrown cobbles stones lay as relics of the
Autumn of Red and Treason.
On the hilt of war and cold Easter Spring
we fought till the last battle lay dismembered
and in silence the fallen blood could be remembered
and let the sorrow cry on till the last days of September.