Barbatos

Follow the lowing of the cattle,

the tweets & re-

tweets of red-breasted robins

to find him. His dominion

diminished & old

enough he must employ his sturdy 

longbow as his walking stick, 

his hounds still 

sniff out treasure 

buried by wizard & pirate 

alike. Follow him 

across the glen & he will 

show you wonders tucked w/in

the gnarling of his grey-

white beard: glass beads,

bright marsh lights

aglint with cold fire;
his flicker will tell you
the way through
the mazey wood to

the fair ring where
fireflies alight sans
merci, mercurial,
for the poor & you are

the poor; lantern of
no warmth, Barbatos'
baubles useless but
stultifying.  Lose

your self & dance
forever.  Heaven
for the better sorts--this
is your place, this is the place for you.