We the Few

Autumn nights, cool & dark. You feel the season begin to change. An energy shift, a chill in the air, something cometh - something strange. Out of sight with stealth it creeps, envelopes the soul while most are asleep. But we the few the children of dusk cherish this time of spiritual lust. For nows the time of bones & dust, revived anew beneath the crust. The veil thins, new life begins, & old life returns to our realm again. As the sun sets & the moon will rise the solstice descends upon the skies. The spirits now walk among the true, finally whole again, we the few. ~ 2019