Credence aligned along the corridores of passage Which usher in through the portends This autumns door.... Such colourful banners of latitudes sprinkling Flowing waters of repose that still echo Inside, these sanctuaries walls Guarded by the sentry whom stands at their gate The entrance to the destined temple Of the blessed, and eternal soul.... Silver and gold adorning nativities scene A sacred reminder of divinities call To have and to hold such prophetical promises "Profound," laid afore this starlit alter Treasures as verse, whose words do echo Atop the tumbling of the organs keys.... Assembling choirs of angelic voices Proclaiming these melodies of harmonies chords While the infant smiled, and gazed into the future ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In, through the autumns door ~