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Imbolc
written by Shadowmonkey02:50 PM 4/16/05They danced as the music played, around the fire that gaily blazed.
Throughout the stones they weaved there way.
A hop, a skip, a jump they played, as they danced there merry ways.
To tabor and pipe from whence the song is played.
The dance is but a masquerade, to hide reason of the real charade.
A door has opened and beyond it comes, a light from a dream that’s not yet done.
Pan plays his pipe, he’s changed the tune.
A haunting melody and that soon sends them to there knees.
Upon the floor they now lie still, asleep against their very will.
The door stands wide and from it, a woman does arrive.
Upon her back a child is sat, her head is up but her eyes are shut.
Druantia in all her beauty is here to perform her duty.
She floats across the frosty ground, touching those that lie around.
Each one she touched glows now bright.
Once she’s done she goes strait back, behind her now the door is shut.
Pan plays his pipe, he’s changed the tune.
They now stand and turn to leave, they are lovers who have there needs.
To return to bed and not waste this light, that glows from inside them bright.
The sun now rises above the land.
Life, its circle starts a new, as lovers lie not in solitude. |
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