The bonfire illuminates the warm summer trees
The flames rise up to the sky
Upon her skin, she feels the breeze
Passing through in mid July
Chants and hymns fly from her lips
And calls the quarters, does she.
Invoking her deities as the candle drips
She once again sets herself free.
She feasts on cakes and wine
And thanks her divinities.
She leaves the elements to intertwine
Now everything is at ease.
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Written February 10th, 2006
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