At Nightfall: A Poem and a Spell

Come to me at nightfall
said the old and bitter tree
I will open up the gateway
I want you to be free

And so the demon waited
until the sun had set
and walked upon the half-path
and left behind regret

But when the way had brought her
to the old tree in the dark
no passage to the further
awaited in its bark

And so the lonely demon
leaned up against the tree
and to the shadows whispered,
“But someday I’ll be free.”


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