Enter the Shades

Enter the Shades

As noumen retreats from the land to cozier haunts of underworld dens

And the ginger-haired oaks brush the horizon

Gates of change creak ajar as bids the wheel of time

Wand’ring spirits and the elven dead tread among us

Smile and dance in revelry and memory

Zombie army of Woden soon enough to cut the icy sky in mad hunt gales

Rudra the Howler and his team of the fierce winds dance untamed

The old and wrinkly Callieach cackles in the delight of vengeance

‘Tis the time of cloaks

As the world veils itself in darkness

The dead and darkness rise

The power of dusk embraces all in its path

Perched on points of contrast we see the nature of transition

Creatures abandon their bodies, their shells

Hearth fires summon summer’s flowing flowering moisture

   leaving yesterday crispy and lifeless

Ah the quiet. The peace of solitude

We all haunt our bodies then leave them to be heaps of stench and dust

Memories and songs glow like stars for a while then dim

Awake we sense, asleep we dream, in dreamless rest we forget time

Aware we dwell in the continuum of the unborn undead

Candlelight and shadows converse in flickering dances

Poets paint petty pictures of thought-shadows

Form gives way to substancelessness

The far sky and the far hidden earth converse through the trees

Look! There are stars in the Well!

Reflections of Reflections of Reflections confound an ungraspable reality

Sleep beckons and so perhaps our fates would mingle in dreams

In any case we all wear our cloaks of illusion but only some of us accept them as such

Good night ye night birds