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Whispers of November — Unveil Night’s Enchanted Secrets

Dive into a mystical November night where myths awaken, and magic stirs the soul. Join the poetic journey that beckons the curious.

By C.J.Coop | Created with Midjourney

November Whispers: A Nocturnal Enchantment

In the hush of twilight’s tender cusp,
Where shadows blend with the ink of dusk,
November’s breath, a frosted muse,
Whispers tales, old and obtuse.

Beneath a quilt of ebony skies,
The ember of folklore warmly lies,
The dance of stars in nights so crisp,
A parchment sky for the zephyr’s lisp.

The ancients spoke of this time with awe,
Of spectral hunts, in chill winds thaw,
The Wild Hunt’s charge, a fearsome sight,
Bearing through the November night.

The rustling leaves tell secret lore,
Of Celtic feasts and Druids yore,
Samhain’s fire, now embers lost,
In November’s chill, do spirits accost.