Mortality

My Grandpa dwells in
Godric’s Hollow, where fellow
Practitioners creep

Like the oddities
Of my sleeping, feverish
Fantasies. The bell

Tolls for us all and
Beyond the knell, I fly deep
And follow starlit

Clusters to mortal
Limits before calling past
The sky, one last prayer.

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