Day 11 of 24/7

Today’s 24/7 effort is another poem related to an ongoing work, and looking again at the Folk’s journey from their doomed planet across dimensions to the world where the majority of them settled.

Escape

A flick of a switch, a subtle change
And there has become here
Three moons are now two, how very strange

Days become weeks, a month, now a year
Refugees seek a home
Where imminent nova will not be a fear

Some settle sooner, too tired to roam
Any further, the others move on
Across the dimensions, then finding a home

With only one moon; but the forests are wide
The sun is no danger, no reason to hide.

***

I shouldn’t try to write this late at night. However, this will suffice. *I* know how the Folk travelled from world to world, using a device to subtly shift reality. Not unlike the ability of the Princes of Amber or Chaos, but requiring a handheld computer type thing, rather than an inherited talent.