Where the lost souls of the departed are seeking the Great Tree,
And the glaring eyes of blood-thirsty animals pierce the dark -
This is the night gloom and cold crawl across the land.
The dead maiden departs her domain,
To douse the hot, bright sun
and let the three Ice Princes roam and rule the land.
Look, however, onto the scarlet sky,
Notice the Sleeping God has opened his eye.
You will see the clouds part way,
To allow for his gaze; for he is watching.
So gather all that is ripe on your fields,
Store your harvest away and seek shelter.
Legend states to light a lantern,
from the head of your enemy.
And wait. Wait as your ancestors waited, and their ancestors before that.
Now everyone will remove their masks and show their true face.
The hour is close. Do not sleep.
In last week’s post, we warned off unusual happenings in faraway lands, but it looks like they’ll be reaching us very soon - when the moon is full at the end of this month...