Tangled in Grand Affection

Winter and autumn drove hand in hand
 dazzled by the light of a perplexed moon
 all tangled in bohemian supremacy
 and the tingly ambience of a deceitful noon
 ...tangled in grand affection
 Autumn's cold hand craving in a tight and comforting response
 while their bizarre passionate music tore fainthearted souls apart
 the narrow minded seasons did violently collide
 when they beheld autumn hellishly situated on winter astride
 ...tangled in grand affection
 There were few lucid moments in the subsequent madness
 both winter and autumn withdrew from joy to abided sadness
 wasting their dark passion and wasting their complexion
 reluctancy turned to nonchalance
 and this denouement is the grand reflection
 Daunting the timidity of shallow waters,
 the hands of the beast wrote some touching rhymes
 sadly they drifted apart like trees denued of leaves,
 and thus the dialogue was dead by springtime