The beat drags her feet along the dusty ground.
Singing brings her higher and higher –
She seeks euphoria.
Passion.
Love.
The Gods.
Hands without arms clap and vibrate in the dark.
Flickering light filters through her half shut eyes –
She seeks freedom.
Hope.
Power.
Her Fate.
Demon voices sing to her and soothe her tired soul.
Wolf-witch has risen from the primeval –
She seeks her pack.
Belonging.
Acceptance.
Her Nature.
The dance drags her carcass around the bonfire.
She cannot stop though her lungs are bursting –
She is Shaman.
Goddess.
Priestess.
Woman.
The beat drags her further and further into the dark.
A contest entry
- Mother Nature by onesugar.
1200 points, ended February 17, 9 entries
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beautiful!
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