Dactyls

We are the Dactyls
sons and daughters of the Master Blacksmith
and we come in half light

We come with the gypsies and the thieves
We come with the marauders and madmen

On swift and nimble feet
we tread lightly
in clandestine pursuit of creation

We spread out across the land
the fingers of an outstretched palm
We clutch at Gaity and her bounty
we hold it in our grasp

We leave little gifts
in secret places
oddities. curiosities. treasures.

We are the makers and miners
the sorcerers and smiths

We sew for the reaping of mortal men