The Onset of Winter

[J.M.Byrnes]

She stands, defiant, her beauty, jarring against the impending grey.
The mood, desaturated, his presence, viscous, inevitable.  Here it seems like you are using a string of somewhat fuzzy adjectives where perhaps imagery would work better.
She shivers, a moment of weakness;
He cedes, then violently his vast being rages,
ripping at her flesh
as innocent souls,
huddle against the cold onset of winter
and watch the death of a flower.

Rather than "cedes," you might consider something that suggests a more clever seduction of the innocent flower to get across the easing into winter before the flower feels the full wrath of the season. What is your thinking behind the centered text? I think it's a little harder to read.

Cheers.