When the shadows fall

Seek plainly that which moves you
daylight coming
moon is red and sun is hidden

Creeping motions
hidden motives
a cascade of filth and madness

Lurking at the entrance
signs made with hands and feets
your name written

The freedom to move
beyond restful places
both fire and shadows

I hide here and not noticed
I guess intentions
nothing is secret

Observe my acts
they are quite a few
I am such as they would describe me

Before my great feast
I will have you know this
I am incontrovertible

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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