told me of your return.
I did not want to believe.

you knew that Fate had closed that door.
She has always been faithful
to me.

walking briskly through that cold night
you saw ghosts
and prayed for demons,
but only
felt your

my welcoming hearth,
to you….

so you supped

this magic
this wonder
this touch of ethereal delight….
is the promise
lost to the cold of night.

but from the shadows
a roar comforts
these bones.
I am home,
wild and alone.

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