{"sf1_id":275881,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Witching Hour Arrives","author":"Jikan Tunderiska","words":115,"posted_at":"2011-08-09T10:36:00.000Z","tags":["Magic","Nymphs","Poetry","late night","life","sonnet"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/275881-the-witching-hour-arrives","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/275881","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=275881\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs the nymphs of fire dance over the old earth\n\nThere is little cursing through the system\n\nAs the night is growing anew from birth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCan this one night taste any heavier,\n\nFull of magick, chi, and life; like crystals\n\nGrown naturally over the vast years.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe ones circled around the warmth from flame,\n\nUnderstand little 'bout their meaning here.\n\nThey are senseless to their beings that came\n\nFrom such old practice, and not ways of fear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe witching hour draws near to the group\n\nAs the spirits rise and then come alive,\n\nIf only for a little while, join troupes\n\nThat show them the ways of now,\u0026nbsp; and their lives.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}