October mists are shielding
All your horrors from my eyes,
But still I know that you are but
A demon in disguise,

Leaves are falling silently;
Catch them if you can,
They hit the ground in countries
Unseen by any man,

Yes, I chose to walk a path
Where you can't follow me,
October mists are fading you
Into what you must be.

What I write will be forgot,
But words in every day
Will tell the tales, however fast
My papers blow away,

October mists are calling me
To enter in their land,
A kingdom that is sleeping rests
In its creator's hand.

Night has spread her wings and so
No future yet is seen,
So do not dwell on things that were
And times that haven't been,

You could not go where freedom goes,
Where times and lifelines twist,
These lands of mine are veiling me
In cold October mist.