Eerily Goes Night
who then rings
thy solitary bell
whose voice cuts through
the mist
and lowly darkness
winter’s eve
there far off
screaming fox
when unseen eyes
then look upon
from trees that hide
in cloak
and footsteps
cast a moments chill
in nights a’slashing
throat
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