SabbatA Poem by Cari KinzA 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. © 2011 Cari KinzAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 19, 2011 Last Updated on July 19, 2011 AuthorCari KinzAboutIf you want to know what I think about just about anything, visit my journal at http://cari7.livejournal.com/ "The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the mo.. more..Writing
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