in the cemetery
blood moon shining bright
something stirs
a creature of darkness
awaiting its freedom
soon come its priestesses
bringing with them candles, incense,
and knives.
the girls who cared so deeply for the beast contained
pull a feast from their bags
and eat with her.
soon she is free,
and blesses each with a kiss.
then she is gone,
to seek the wind.
Posted in response to the challenge Ceremony.
Music is so ancient.
It's so odd to think that
The sweet lilting of the flute,
Played through my speakers, read from a CD-
Could be so close to the sound of reed pipes!-
Played by children dancing in the forest.
Landslide
A song, by Fleetwood Mac.
Sung by Stevie Nicks.
The kind of song that evokes such nostalgia in me,
A kind of gentle pain for the memories of the past,
And a desire to embrace my future.
I long to travel:
Wanderlust tugs at my soul.
Maine screams my name,
The ocean calls for its siren far away.
Salem calls me,
Whispering tales of young girls lost to time.
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