IO
Feb 7, 2024
by: Ezar Zenas
In twilight’s tender, shadowed trance,
She begins to dance.
A spectral light, elusive sprite,
It weaves through realms in the quiet night.
A lantern glow, both soft and sly,
A whispering lure beneath the sky.
Mist-kissed meadows, where secrets gleam,
A spectral dream.
It beckons with a glow,
A waltz of light in the dark’s soft flow.
Through whispering reeds and marshy fen,
It leads with a charm that few comprehend.
Yet, chase it not, this elusive flame,
For will-o’-wisps play a cryptic game.
A ghostly ember in the midnight air,
A mystic dance, an affair.
Follow me.
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