There are noises in the garden —
a secret world coming to life as
the sun sets early on an autumn night
A changeling offers a poison apple
to the hare who consumes it willingly,
the juice staining his pure white fur
He places leaves for leaving and
keys to unlock doors not meant to
be opened, not meant to be opened

An exchange of sorts,
this sin for sin
Perception borrowed and
unjustly returned
A question of magic
A struggle for power

Change is coming


Image by andreas N from Pixabay
prompts: OctPoWriMo – Day 2, #bloodandink, #OctoberFalls19, #FromOneLine