Spinning glowing orbs
In the pits of torment.
White fog rolling
From ground to sky.
Mirrored floors
Stealing the moment.
Laughter on the wind
Lifted on high.
Moonlight cut the night
And the shadows creep
Ambiance deepens
As the daughters dance.
Remove your sight
Pray your soul to keep.
Comin of the sandman
Enter the trance.
Whispers of love
Respond like echoes.
Chalices full of nectar
And the games begin.
A scarf full of doves
A deck full of twos
Spoken sacred words
And the evening ends.
© May 14, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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