I invite you to sit with me
and bask in the sun's honey filled glow.
As the sky turns pink we'll turn to the west
and watch Apollo fall behind the trees.
Our sacred circle will never be broken,
and we will dance beneath the silvery veil of Selene.
The cool spring water and fresh grass beneath our feet.
The warm breath of Notus will lift us above the shadows that haunt us.
And we will dance and we will be loved,
because when I honor my gods and my goddesses
I am theirs and they are mine.
And we live much like the thick roots of an old oak,
intertwined and sturdy in faith and heart.
A contest entry
- Witches by Voodoo Eyes.
900 points, ended July 3, 18 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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That was awesome! It reminds me of the circle my friends and I cast last night. I love the part about the circle never being broken. Thank you for entering.
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