Wellum in the Night

Shape shifting boggart do your worst
Black blob lurking in black night.
You know my fears; I am undone.
Out of nothing haunting presence comes. 

In dark recesses of the forest trees
You join the woodland sprite 
Tempting travellers into magic glen 
So you can watch as the souls of men 
Become the whispers of the branches 
Moving imperceptibly, touching at last 
Like bony fingers reaching out to grasp 
The essence of the wondrous creatures.

The ripples of their disappearing souls 
Twisting and turning into streams of light 
Bring out the fairies and the elves 
In awe of souls illuminating night. 

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