Ghostly wanderer
Returns at dusk
To turn my harvest
Into empty husks
Swinging lantern
Leaks out smoke
Masks his face
As my dreams choke
He stays until dawn
Withering my crops
Laying down seeds
Of grief and loss
When the sun rises
He melts away
Leaving me burdened
With guilt and dismay
And so I must
Start the struggle again
Sowing seeds of hope
And praying for rain
Dusk Raider


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