Wind-strum Gail across willowed auburn, beneath the nightly hour.

Waking fantasies of touchstone lantern-light,

Longing books of imaginative power

Dancing shadows on this hallowed night.

Angry Autumn skies glowering down upon hilltop sanctuary

Lurking wonders beyond hives of desolate things.

Anxious screams of moments remembered; Slumber’s adversary.

 Captain haunt and mourning dreams. Ink’s scribble and King of Kings.

Ardent foes with sword and pen.

Creaking snickers down within,

The frightening dark found among the Monster’s den

Walls along the fear-longed hallowed; twinkling eyes and a twisted grin.

Drumming calls of a distant lair

Fooling ghosts of deep despair.

A plea for protection and an answered prayer

Sleep once more, with peace to spare.

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