The Fires of Beltane

The flames reach out in spite of the

Torrents of rain falling down from

The evening skies,

And you welcome me to your endless night

Filled with passionate pleasure

Beyond the moonrise.

Nothing can stop the fate that befalls

The lovers embracing

In ritual rites,

Gasping and grasping the smoke from

Her fires, engulfed in the flood of

Her pagan delights.

Gods and goddesses watch from their

Mountaintops neatly positioned between earth and sky.

Judging our worth from the weight 

Of our sacrifice.  Sealing our fate

In the blink of an eye.

We are the pawns.

We front the battle.

Never look back.

Never ask why.

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