THE WALK TO OCTOBER
Hidden burrows and
secret hills
Covered with moss and
dead things
opening now sooner
and sooner
To release their
cloaked inhabitants.
The night no
longer required for stealth
the Good Folk roam
freely
At first in the
twilight
But later at any time
with boldness.
For the tide has
changed now
And the beings of
light return to their source
Leaving the canvas of
Earth
To be reclaimed by
the hidden ones.
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| The tiny dens of the Good Folk. |
