Autumn fantasy The red light of a rusty dusk fall rises up, engulfing the tulip-field, hidden behind the mansion with black bricks. The cherry leafs fall in the hands of the autumn, who's painting with her bloody hands the fields. The benign sky, covered with inflamed clouds, smiles tenebrous, feeling the cold chains of the wildly storms, brought by Her the last pieces of green color are dawning with a deep howl in the bloody sea which is enlacing her throne of dead leafs, leaving far behind the mansion with black bricks and its piano with dusty ivories. Beyond its chambers engraved with stars and rubious roses, painted with gothic canvase