The portrayal of what was.

The passing of autumn leaves
swirl around mind's swing
littering the chamber's floor
in golds and reds.
Rays of light
filter through
a decaying moment,
a cracked window,
a splintered door,
the skull's teeth
chatter to the chill.
Above cheerless clouds
of deathly grey look on
while the Sirius smile
is no more, one sees
a shadow pass
blanketed by loneliness.