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October 4

Morrigan The Evil Twin

 The harvest is dead, and the orchard grows cold,
October has arrived in its crimson and gold.
They lit the great bonfires to burn out the chill,
And led you in velvet to the top of the hill.
The autumn wind sang for the darling, the blessed,
While I walked the shadows in a ash-covered dress.

They feast on the apple, they drink down the wine,
Ignorant of blood that runs thicker than brine.
You stood at the alter of dying fall light,
Reaping the glory I sowed in the night.
The frost on the iron, the rot in the thread—
I gathered the dark so your orchard stayed red.

You weep for the dying, you pray for the year,
While I am the butcher that conquered their fear.
When October's shard cold drives the winter down deep, 
It isn't your mercy that let's the town sleep.
You call me a creature of malice and spite,
A shadow that haunts your mid-autumn night.

So blow out the lanterns and step to the glass,
Watch how the autumn leaves wither and pass.
We were twin branches of one dying oak,
You are the fire, but I am the smoke.
If I am a curse on the rust-colored earth,
Remember: I died so you'd have your rebirth.

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