Then autumn came

The autumn came with open arms,
With charming, scattered colours,
Although we missed the summer’s charms,
we greeted the solace odors.
We sat inside, not bothered by,
the icy, pouring rain,
that came streaming from the weeping sky,
like your blood went down the drain.
The autumn left me, empty arms,
with nothing more but faint
memories of my darlings charms,
and my white shirt, bloody taint.