The Gloaming
Do not go roaming far from the hearth
When the gloaming transforms the earth.
For that moment when day turns to night,
A feeling that nothing seems quite right
Chills those who look beyond the veil
Into the realm where the Fey prevail.
(Framed in black shadowbox under glass)
When the gloaming transforms the earth.
For that moment when day turns to night,
A feeling that nothing seems quite right
Chills those who look beyond the veil
Into the realm where the Fey prevail.
(Framed in black shadowbox under glass)