Wyzard's Wyld Euphorium

Bone mother prt1
Shadows dance in autumn ‘s delight, while fairies work well into the night.
The fog rolls at both dusk & dawn
As brother bear gives a big yawn.
Dew covered webs decorate the fields, & the scent of musky gourds & sweet apples fill the air.
Crow caws in the distance as she welcomes fall.

Underneath all the beauty just out of reach creeps a stillness
With a chill in the air bone mother begins to awake. In the darkness she waits for her sister the banshee’s eerie song, Knowing it won’t be long.

Spirits begin to stir as the veil begins to thin, waiting to take flight on october’s wind. A great meeting is about to begin.

Old souls gather, bringing gifts of sorrow they’ve carried throughout the year. With callused hands & dirty bare feet beat down & tired from the years many chores they begin to arrive with fresh baked breads, berry pies, & heavy eyes from held back tears
Hearts swollen, barely holding together at the seams the keening is about to begin.

Bone Mother lights the cauldron fires, the scent of the smoke drifts for miles & miles. Hag torches light the path for mourners & mothers are on their way.
….to be cont….