Destiny's Dance

AN ANCIENT RITUAL

My vision hazy as I climb the steep steps
Early evening breeze sways my flowing white robe
Silver full Moon slowly rises and illuminates
Why are my hands tied?

My senses and memory sharply focus
Tonight's Full Moon Ritual is a special ritual
Looking down, I see the villagers surrounding the Pyramid Temple
Two warrior escorts lead me to the Altar

Loudly the Gong responds to the Priests hammer
The Priest removes my robe and I stand in a ritual gown
Today is my 14th birthday and my day was spent with the High Priestess
She has certified my virginity; I AM the Virgin Sacrifice

An Ancient Ritual ©Lady Dragonwyck
(27 June 2009)

Destinies dance

As her blindfold drops in the light of the silvery moon
Metallic greens, and purple flash in her vision
As the High Priest with hands pointed skyward speaks
We of the Mystic Dawn do here gather at the pedestal of the prophets
That we may sacrifice the innocence, the essence of the virgin
To our Sire, our father Yesmarra!!!


From the silvery moon came twin torments of screaming blue flame
A roar from ages past screams as the night sky rips asunder
The Virgin, the High Priest, everyone looked up in terror
Through the mist she show descending, metallic shades of green and purple
From the onrushing wind they spoke, I am Iszara, and I am legend
Iszara and Tamara stood to their dragons Vogue, and Raven


The high priest stepped forward, and spoke
We are the Order of the Mystic Dawn, and I am high priest Marcus
We here are gathered to ask the blessings of Yesmarra
I am Tamara of the black diamond, and my second Iszara
Tamara walked slowly to the young girl
In her eyes he had seen what he had not for many years, Destinies dance.


Marcus that which you preach is false doctrine, Tamara said
You do not know the truth that of which you teach, truth lies not
I once was the leader of the Mystic Dawn, I am he they betrayed
The oath they swore to Yesmarra tore the vial of unspeakable secrets
They to ask Yesmarra his blessings as you here gathered
Yesmarra’s prison, as than will not this day be opened by the blood of a virgin


With his lift arm outstretched with rage of ages upon his eyes
Tamara spoke; I call forth the steel of the Black Diamond
The calm shattered as lightning erupted, in his hand Tamara held Rage
Marcus of the Mystic Dawn, I offer you your life except or die
In the tongue of time Marcus spoke when fire erupted from his outstretched hand
Tamara stayed his ground as Rage absorbed the fire of Marcus


Iszara may I have this dance: upon her eyes the sorrows of man, shall we
Their swords sang like the whispering winds as they danced for Destiny
Like shadows they moved, appearing and disappearing
Marcus fault with savage abandon and showed his skill well
Tamara thought showed why he is called legend
As Marcus’s head fell to t he ground.


No Tamara, no Iszara they have broken the warrior code they are ours
Vogue and Raven approached the warrior guards surrounding Destiny
Your master: he you swore an oath is no more, your bound is broken
To those you were loyal; so now I offer you the same, live or die
Swear your oath too Tamara, and our war against tyranny or die
As one they drew their swords offering them hilt first to the Black Diamond


Raven with Vogue at his side, guards on bended knee their swords offered
Tamara approached lifted rage skyward blood dripping, rage still upon his eyes
Loosed his rage as a scream of blue fire erupted
Yesmarra, you betray those you sworn your oath, betrayer of secrets
You slaughtered your bother and sisters; the keepers of the code
All except Raven and I: it was you who started this war


You want to dance with your Destiny Yesmarra, well here I am