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I boil the wine
And mull it with blood
And drink till it runs down my chin
Staining my breasts red and dripping onto the hard-packed earth where my feet have danced
I fling my head back
And howl into the void
Daring the night to embrace me
And in the darkness see visions of rent beasts and the mask of Life fall away to reveal Deaths pitiless grin
Parched with sanity
I slake my thirst in madness
And drop my self aside to find my Self
And in the wild, frenzied raving find a calm centre of harmony that bestows true peace
I collapse, shattered and empty
Bone weary and muscle strained
Barely able to lift my limbs
And I smile, laughing with joy and elation at the beauty of this insane world
A whisper, like ivy tendrils
Caresses my mind
And makes me shiver.
I see the God in his eyes,
Smell Him in his sweat,
Taste Him on his skin.
I feel Him in his fingers.
My sight turns to mist
And drum beats echo from far away.
I slip, slide from his embrace
And fall into His
Through smoke and wine and madness.
In frenzy, I feel the need to scream,
To dance, to roar – We are lions! –
The need to tear flesh and wash it down with blood.
I fall from myself
Deeper and madder and to a darker place;
I fall into silence.
I fall before Him,
Desire set upon the altar of my flesh;
My thoughts of Him alone.
My obsession, my dream, my Muse-man.
In bondage to His glorious call
I drink of His inspiration -
Fill me, O God, with Your heat
And when the flames consume me
Lead me to be reborn.
A cheshire smile made of moonlight
The sound of bones beating the drums
The hiss of the winds in the willows
The fading light of the weakening sun
The wail of the ghosts of the Fallen
The wail of the Goddess who mourns
The wail of the Horned One who’s offered
Merge with the call of the Wild Hunt’s horn
Jack o lantern lights flicker in darkness
The smell of rotting leaves fill the night
The veil is torn all asunder
Giving glances and glimpses of Sight
The dead and the gone walk among us
Those whom we honour and grieve
We revel in the grace of the darkness
During this All Hallowed Eve
(My Samhain poem, finally done. Better late than never)
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