Ritual

Sunbeams flash from the moon,
Illuminating,
But darkening
In the still of the night,
And in the tainted core
Of magic.

But what are we to do?
I wonder as I dance
In circles,
Eyes chained to the
Deadly green fire,
Hands linked in
A fence of taboos and fears
Under the thunderclouds,
Beneath
Threatening lightning bolts of punishment.

So I dance and chant
And crave magic once again,
For true power always leaves
You hungry for more.