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The Twilight Things

The twilight things push down the day

They turn and swirl in evening’s light

Black velvet wings unfurl and sway

And weave a web of gloom and mist

And with the dusk-filled sheets they twist

The twilight things pull in the night

 

The twilight things they flit and skip

They think its all some hoo ha lark

With besom sticks they make us trip

In to the nettles, into loam

Mislead us. Take us far from home

They lead us from the day to dark

 

The twilight things are mean. They hide

Between the fallen autumn leaves

Or under paving slabs they slide.

They think it such tremendous fun

To bite and nip and make you run

In fear, at dusk on Hallowe’s eve

 

The twilight things pull in the night

They turn and swirl in evening’s light

They lead us from the day to dark

They think its all some hoo ha lark

To hide between the autumn leaves

And frighten us on Hallows eve