Sabbat

A night at a sabbat.

The moon above,
Silver and bright.
We bask, one and all,
In the Goddess' light.

We raise our voices,
In the warmth of the dark.
Afraid no longer,
To reveal our true heart.

The dance of rings.
A story is told.
We praise her light,
Until the embers are cold.

The fire is out.
The night is done.
It's wearily to home,
Before the rising sun.

Author's Note

It is what it is. I hope you enjoy it.

Reviews

[deeps]

So very nicely done, Love the flow and rhyme scheme.