All the Tokoloshes are dying
Abstract
The last line of defence, when even the most distant tokoloshe returned,
Took up a place of arms or/of wisdom, to make the last stand of the world. Even the oldest ones returned, long away in their peace and nature after their years of service,
even The Oldest Ones, returned.
For their world, our world, shared and sacred, co-created and our own, we custodians
all, built it.