Rumor
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
emptiness.
my welcoming hearth,
closed
to you….
so you supped
alone.
this magic
this wonder
this touch of ethereal delight….
this
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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