Hands on plow Head turned down Darkness comes Shadows dancing in fields Stretch long fingers reaching For souls who linger long Under the cresting moon Where hungry creatures lurk Eagerly for their prey In fire light rituals begin Ancient chants to ward away Things that come in early dark Of fall pushing quick harvests Before cold of winter claims The work of lean farming hands Surviving another year
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