Atmospheric ghost light,
seen by travellers at night
Swamp, bogs and, marshes,
said to be seen,
but the light inside of you,
should decide brightness and, gleam
Treasure, doom, change of fate,
not the will o' wisps pleasure,
through the gate
Now let the wands decide
Eight times on my ride,
with lights over mushrooms,
where no one is tied

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney