A time of harvest, And a time of shedding. Of death, and beginning anew.   Dark nights bloom as ravens song. And moon on ravens wings. The chill of the air and the crunch in the leaves.   Crisp apples and the scent of decay. The lingering smoke of spent candles. Coalesces with the smoke of the fires.   Tears, as we honor the memories,  Those who have gone before us. The fetch the water for the next generations.   As I shed my skin, As I crawl into this cocoon. I dissolve.   Knowing my depths. Demons of the deep ocean, And stygian deep.   Grand chaos.…