Atop Tabor's crown
I found evidence to prove
There is witchery up there
On that dead mountain.
A ring of round stones
A perfect circle forméd;
Broken boughs at such angles
Drew a pentagram.
The epic center
With four rounded stones was set;
Black charring at the nexus
Spoke of sacrifice.
Soft whispers betrayed
Fleeting shadows in the folds,
Witches with hidden faces...
Witches with hidden faces...
I fled before dark.
2 comments:
I absolutely loved it.
I believe Lycieum of the Trees built the circle. I may be wrong, two of the local Druid circles use Tabor ocassionally. It's April first so there will be candles lit tonight. Hope you had a happy Oestra Dade, nice poem.
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