The harvest backons today,

The Equinox calls to us all,

Spirits of the wood and hearth

make preparations for the fall.

People gather in their homes,

ready to enjoy the spoils.

Festivities begin anew

as farmers rest from toil.

Wights and elves dance in fields,

Before the sound of Odin's horn,

The Wild Hunt draws nearer still,

Winter's grasp will soon be bo...

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Raise again this chalice,
fearsome and seductive;
that brims with venom
and sparkles with promise

that in the twilight beckons...


Raise this goblet
to once satin lips
now runnelled with
bypassed dreams,

you hope but hope in vain...


Gulp down your fill,
wait for forgetfulness still;
let the dregs of this cup
caress your wearied mind,
...

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