When the walls between the worlds grow thin
Devoid of all its girth
And spirits of the underworld
Come forth and walk the earth
He dances to the autumn glade
To meet his lady fair
Moves slowly up behind her
Reaching out to touch her hair
“Sweet maiden it has been too long
I’ve languished for thy beauty
The Vail is thin” he bowed and spoke
“I’ve come to do my duty”
DreW
August ~1 ~1999
Happy Lammas