Invitation
He stands on the road, and behind him
Before him is the shape of the woods
their hand is outstretched
to the castle huddled against the night.
The figure above him straightens
“I will come again.”
And then it is just the man
He stands on the road, and behind him
Before him is the shape of the woods
their hand is outstretched
The figure above him straightens
And then it is just the man