The campfire flickers in the deepest night
Sparks fly up to paint the sky with splashes of flame
The cold dark yawns above the tree branches
Threatening to swallow the small patch of light whole
The moon is a glinting eye, silver and all-seeing.
In the brambles, a gentle badger creeps
Paws silent against dead leaves
The damp earth a rich brown coating over stone and root
Albion’s spirit soars high over the woods,
Uncaged for that cold, still moment
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