In the works

In the works

The men sit around the inviting warmth
and the assuring light the fire speaks
against blankets of night weighed down
by the passing minutes and logs
fed to the flames, welcoming ghost stories
of the echoed laughs of witch sisters
and their black candles flickering knowingly
like watchful stars against the hillsides,
welcoming confidence and oaths
unthinkable in the honest light of day,
agreements to seek truth in legend and
unearth innate fears, leaving them to dry
in the passing sun and night’s sleep and
crumble to ash and glory in the morning light.



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