Wake

there is an 

unearthly light

in the sky

nothing good 

is coming into

the city

through the door

we have opened 

under the hills

the fae are moving in

horned and crowned

hooved or wearing stilettos 

or boots

their eyes like

forest pools 

winking in moonlight 

I can hear their 

kind of laughter 

it makes the hair 

on my limbs

stand up

it is after midnight

and I came downstairs 

to drink a glass of water

and to shake out

my uneasy dreams 

I wonder if

across town

you are also awake 

and if you hear them

coming