Wights & Lights

Be there wights and their throughs,

as the world moves and churns,

A great weight is cast upon.

A great change is set for dawn.

Be there wights and bright lights,

and the world is torn asunder.

Their homes and stools ripped,

with nary a cold shoulder.

Be there empty light and boulder,

for the wights displaced and older.

Dry nares are all I smell,

and I pray for a warm render.

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