The Olf Hollow, At The Witching Hour Poem by Kishore Asthana

In the Olf Hollow
At the witching hour
You can become, what you want
Wish - and the physical self
Changes to your desire

When the eastern wind blows
Your inhibitions away
When the naked self dissolves
You may emerge sheep or wolf - but always
What you want - that you are

But beware!
Many things with the eastern wind
Blow in, at the witching hour
That were just shadows
At the back of your mind
Dark shapes and light
parts of you
Emerge alive and well
When the inner self melts
And forms you, anew
In the image of who
You really are

In the seed of your dreams
the germ of truth
Is always there
Step with care, if you ever dare
Near the Olf Hollow
For when transformed
You may rue
The day your dreams came true