The Spirit Realm
The barrier thinning,
...the spirit realm divulged-
the grim is ever lurking,
the appetite indulged.
The sky is ever darkening,
blood red shapes seen floating through the air,
not a time to be wandering,
saunter if you dare.
Fallen leaves turn red with fear,
creeks freeze over,
the mammals hide,
the birds fly south,
...and summer dies.
The rift now opens,
...they come to play,
to say hello,
(this way?)
...the narrator runs away.
Hiding in a sand bed near a lee
the frost,
it clutches, at the knee-
fear takes hold-
...and those that are bold,
continue to enjoy the night life.
"Hey buddy you ok?"
...The narrator runs away.
"that's impolite, I just said hi.
we just wanted to come and play.
Why does everyone run away?"
The dark shape turns to face the audience,
face invisible in the black, it raises it's arm-
...and makes a pose.
"It's getting late, good night folks."
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