Silence is kept
On midsummer night,
Now is the time
For goblins to fight.
Fairies march forth
To meet them in blood,
Stirring against
The underworld brood.
Deep in the wood
‘Twixt moonlight and branch,
Pixies and gnomes
Converge in their dance.
Over the roots,
Across the damp moss,
Dancing on twigs,
The imps whirl and toss.
Night slowly dims
The battle grows soft,
Each tiny thing,
Steals back to its loft.
07.22.19
Nathaniel West Clark 