The Remotest Cipher

Autumn spreads its golden wings
and lays the path for those unseen
a tangled web of evil spun at last...
Winter spawn from barren thighs
to readdress, to slay the blind
and throw the reins untethered to the skies

They pray to the full moon rising
Diana moving with such infinite grace
wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall
how many secrets can they read by your face?