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The forest in the rain
The forest in the night,
Sees strange and special things
No one else may know.
For then comes out the Magick
From the glittering of the Moon
As a ring of gentle folk
Dance the Round.
Every silken ray of
Her silven smile
Lights them on their way
In their reverent ritual,
As the bells tingle
And the incense rises.
Full Moon
Wheel of mysteries
Know to but your favorite few
Let me stumble at your alter
And accept your
Five-fold kiss -
 Yet, these gentle folk know nothing
Of my distress
As their merry dance
Proceeds to leave me
In my lonely plea.
The forest in the rain
The forest in the night
I would I could see special things
No one else may know -
I would that I may
Dance the Round.
© 2007 Donna Lyon Rhose, BardMaster of the Eldritch Tradition
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http://www.EldritchTradition.com
Or email her at:
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