Thinning of the Veil
When twilight falls and shadows creep,
Through spirited woods where the eldritch sleep,
A whisper stirs the ancient air,
A presence felt, but none is there.
The veil grows thin, the worlds align,
The mortal blends with the divine.
A kingdom strange, of elfin lore,
Emerges where the rift is tore.
The moonlight gleams on haunted ground,
Where echoes of the past resound.
A fleeting glimpse of spectral light,
Dances softly in the night.
Ancestral voices call and sing,
From fairyland, their blessings bring.
The cycles turn; we’re drawn to see,
The fragile thread of eternity.
We pause to honor death and life,
Their union forged through joy and strife.
In this brief hour, we stand between,
The realms of seen and the unseen.
Oh, thinning veil, your mystery flows,
Through time’s embrace, the spirit knows.
A sacred bond both frail and deep,
Where waking ends and dreams ever-keep.
WoPoLi 
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