Witching hour.

Silence and a dead calm.

The spirits are restless and demons walk.

The cemetery is empty.

Flight is upon them.

Across the river, treads.

Deep beneath

CAves written by ancients

Fire toads skip

Horned Beast satisfied,,,  

   sleeps.

Underneath

Mist skeletons dance

Pour down back jump

Two jesters and the fool in the Queen's court.  The jesters talk about days.

The fool shifts his eyes.

Treant strides.

Mushroom harvest.

Sprites bubble and trickle,,,

laugh until dusk.

Lizard King polishes his blade.

Kinight mounts his steed.

Maiden counts the call.

Lady-in-waiting paces upstairs.

Wagering hopes.

Time washes

Ground tries cold reasoning

Into mirror clear trust rapture

The troll lived in a brilliant cave.

  He drank water that trickled down the moss covered walls.

  again, he would rise.

Bearded hollows.

Jump through thunder.

Blade pierces windpipe.

The battle enjoins.

Years empty into minutes.

Few.

The Lizard King drinks from his goblet.

The wood sprites flitter and flit from tree to tree.

The colossus eats his fill.

Politician will smile and shake your hand   then turn around and stab you in the back

The Marine just split with a bayonet.