Ritual
by Mary Diamond
toward the Earth's extremest end
Pearlescent pastels paint the clouds
which float while weary winds contend
The dusk draws dimmer
silent stars start showing light
Dark chases the cheery glow from it's charge
and the Earth is immersed in the infinite night
The creatures come creeping
from many a marvelous dreamscape
Good children of Goddesses, Gods and men
All are safe under sweet Nyx's star-sprinkled cape
The woman wanders wistfully
toward the towering oak trees
Her secret circle sways in time
a powerful priestess, she praises the breeze
A storm suddenly stirs
darkening the stars with a deafening din
The thunder fills her thoughts with fire
Her vitae vibrates through virtuous skin
The magic madly mounts
shrieking voices shout strong and sure
Rains come running down reverent hands
all their hopes harbored in heavenly Her
The dance draws deeper
whirling witches weaving rhymes
The fire spits fierce in the falling rain
soon the spell will spill from secret times
The power peaks perfectly
the leader sends it swift to work
It knows the night's necropolis
quickly, quietly it quests -berzerk
The ritual readily runs down
energy emptied from every pore
The tired interlopers take thankful respite
Their bare bodies done but hearts ready for more
The group grasps gaily
at each others opening arms
Together they take the traditional meal
and speak of new knowledge but never past charms
The friends flee the forest
with many a merry and mischievous glance
The clearing is cleaned of the coven's convention
until again they determine a deed for to dance
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Author's Note
I wrote this during the same period as October Day Salute. Maybe I had a muse for a little bit. It is inspired in part by my experiences with ritual magic, and in part by my imagination.
I read it at a pagan festival once, but the folks in the back later approached and said they couldn't hear me. So here's the text.
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I love the use of alliteration. Many times, alliteration feels forced, but not in this piece. Nice work!