Frayed Threads

Shards of wings litter frozen ponds
Unbreakable ebony bonds
Tie me to the unyielding ground
Despairing for light never found

In fall's own murdered leaves I drown
Tarnished gold, mostly burnished brown
Illusions weaving tattered gowns
Covering with fake smiles the frowns

Withered white petals drift down, dead
Dreams are hard to sell on your bed
Jaded lies and shimmering dread
Into Death's dark halls I will tread