Carpo

 I adored her abundant harvests,

and lost myself in her festivities,

when I drank to celebrate my good fortune,

I fell in love with her long, red hair,

she extended her cold, skeletal fingers towards me,

and marked me as her own,

She was the maiden who commanded the earth's bounty,

but who also sent the plagues,

Now I am becoming weaker,

in the Season of Death,

I hear the cawing of a crow,

when she walks away from me,

taking a winding path between the trees,

soon there is no trace of her left behind,

but a trail of withered leaves