After Last Harvest Autumn’s ablaze
With falling leaves and frosty days
In this world between worlds
This time between time
Scarce be the song
And rare the rhyme

Between the storms the light shines through
The Wild Hunt comes into view
By the dark of the moon
Of the waning year
Mortality
Becomes too clear

Between the future and the past
Amid the colors fading fast
Hasten homeward
Lock the gate
Tend the fire
Watch and wait