Intercessors
dance their pilgrimage
to Earth Mother plane
sent by Nightmarchers,
(forgotten ancient ones
who come out at night,)
to dust off myths.

Entering
Tick-tock time,
Intercessors
knowing that
what is fortold
will not vanish,
swish cobwebs
from clouded eyes.

Lean away
so that others
may breathe.
Walk gently
with honor.
Re-adjust
the sacred compass.

One last mission
before returning
west to Father Sky:
free Leonard.