Dearest September

Dearest September

Dear Dream,
Once on a summers eve I met thee,
Arrayed in golden splendor of nightingales,
Oh dear is the star itself in the open accord with one fell souse.

The dreaming itself does thou not end as the summers eve?
With a sun but no more of christening to the trees?
Distant drop oh how somber the fairest noon may wither,
Darkness in a tear? Tis so.

Once upon a time tis just fair ol' game.
The emotionless entwined seduction of one dearest September.
Tis true,
Her heart in sooth be a breaking of one and all anew.

Tonight we find the cherished cup of dreams,
Dashed to pieces by the ent of all it seems.
Twil' thusly we be destined to crumble?
Even die? Tis so.

The melancholies of one if not all,
Is one to be in steed of ear and fallen sailor.
Drunken lout of ancient cities,
Truly his desire be of the loins of dearest September.
Adieu, dear sir for even the court jester has had a laugh,
If not a few.
[T]was your follies for dearest September...

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c) Aaron D.

Done for a club challenge.