Empyrium A Wintersunset Autumn grey views Lifeless they fall apart... golden as our precious art... My love sinks into a thick grey veil of mist. Trees... leafless trees... the epitaph of the sun. What once was green presents now grey and trist. A gloomy grave... a foreseen death... a symbol for our pain... drowned in a flood of autumn rain. Silhouettes of light astray somewhere in the clouds. Ravens traverse, involving withering shrouds...