481. The Dance Of The Imps Poem by Jaden Knight

In the forest clearing at midnight
the imps do their unholy dance
illuminated only by the light of a firefly
while the others hide in the leaves of the woods

Their hair wings are leathery and dark
but not as much as their hair
as it swirls round their naked bodies
covering them from prying eyes

Their gyrations are watched by their offspring
as they hang back by the trees
it is not their turn to join in yet
as they are too young and weak

The ritual will be completed by sunrise
when they will return to their cave
waiting for the new moon to come round again
so they can recast their foul spells