Pagan Arcana

The drums have just started.
I move within the circle,
each step in time with the beat.
The fire burns oh so high.
My pagan arcana flies from my skin,
stealing each breath from my chest.
The walls are falling one by one.
Tell me, will I walk this night alone?
My soul beckons you to join me on this journey.
Let the sky fall beneath me.
My wings carry me high above.

Porche Berry
Sept. 15/09