Frontier Ruckus
Dark Autumn Hour
Anne, let's die in some dim townMy brown eyes wait to weigh us downThe candles 'round the tub will drown,In our afternoonsMusic from our evening parlorDarker than the autumn hourI gave my child twenty dollarsFor tearing at our moonsDark damp men muddied our houseIn my dreams to bleed your blouseI smiled from my sleep to douseThe horror of this hourOur boy on dark hills blurry crawlingHis rain-glazed shaking porches fallingThe homes of all his friends just sprawling,Withering like flowersAnne, I've loved you from a boyNo other autumn could destroyThe town our winds fused to enjoy,Whispering dark farmlandsTearing moons, these moons are tearingSwearing terror inside their daring,Crumbling prayers, dark autumns faring,Straight out of our hands
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