Now, let the shadows dance..
Fallen angels must dance just so, quick feet
on the chest of October night,
three umbrae darkening, together alone;
maiden, mother and golem crone.
Maiden's house is burnt to the ground.
Mother's been drained like a drunkard's flask.
And mad as the moon is the golem's widow,
stark in the hedgerows of the Veil-keeper's riddle.
Header image via internet. Author unknown. Fair use.
Footer image: Jack, ©joyannjones 2017 Pumpkin carved by my son.