Ignis Fatuus Poem by Michelle Hanes

I follow it through the thicket
That little ignis fatuus
As I step on a cricket,
For silence is needed right now.

As I go down the path,
As it meanders deeper in,
Unless I wish to feel its wrath
I have to keep on going.

That friar's latern, will-o-wisp,
I go down the red and orange road
Under my feet, the leaves are crisp.
As the autumn breeze wafts through the air.

The orange in the sky,
The dawn of night begins,
From this moment, hereby
There is now no return.

Like a fool I was
Believing the buzz

The will-o-wisp
The air is crisp

I lose my breath
Over my shoulder is death

I regret this life
Free me of strife

Me, this lantern has hexed
As I leave this life and go on to the next.