Dark beauty moves and swirls in the mist
In her world time does not exist
She dances with ribbons three
While all chant so mote it be
All around the drummers beat
The dancers part and merrily meet.
Dark beauty rises with wings unfurled.
Rising higher she climbs fingers uncurled
Streaming behind her feathers three
While all chant so mote it be
She cries her call for all to hear
Ashes to ashes the dead draw near
Her dark gold eyes pierce the night
She soars and circles in flight
She circles the mists in spirals three
While all chant so mote it be
Is it a spell or a poem?
ReplyDeleteLovely, poignant
You are smokin'
vry nice work