It smelled like Autumn
Leaves were falling
An icy center
But warmth is calling
Someone once said
"It was a pleasure to
Burn", I reckon
I'd have to ask you
Go in the fire, burn
And leave your things
She packed a furnace
With fuel from the forest
The cold, dead Winter
Stuck in her chest
It's all in the wind
She says it maddens her
A calm direction
Without a question
Go in the fire, burn