Post date: Sep 16, 2011 1:45:39 AM
Young Edgar A. Poe - burying his first human heart
September is rolling forward and bringing a chill in the air. With the coolness comes the promise of crisp, long, autumn nights. The darkness is calling to all creatures great and small to prepare. The love of the harvest moon will bring old friends together again.
The pumpkins are growing larger in tune with the coloring of leaves. The pallet of the world alters to a kaleidoscope of chaos and shakes the roots of the world-tree to its core.
Soon the world will revert to its childhood and the monsters under the bed will awaken. The countdown continues to October.