creatures of the dark arise
when the moon rides full
hungry and driven mad
by the lunar cycle
a blood fast to make
their hunt pure

they give complete
"burning bridges"
an early exploration not
yet written about how the
tender youthling becomes
the new member of the
troupe Giving innocence
and pure life via "blood"
dripping as in the gorge
of drinking
feasting luscious

(This poem is for "P" whom
I owe everything..)

its latin for those young one of mans original language footprints
to know how rare this is I have only known a small handful of
people that could actually speak this In its day it was the "English"
of todays 2012 world For the record I do not believe in Vampires
although I did read much and follow the spirit worship world
in my shed outside this home I have a witchcraft book from 2000
that for personal reasons I have to perform a rite up at night on
duchene creek to remove a spell put on me twenty three years ago
It involves burning this book..the reversal of burning the bible
unless...................................I reread the books and awaken something
with my Viking Pagan past..a gift that I did inherit through birth

I wrote this because there are rituals in spring not just for christians
but for the secret worlds and realms also The awakening!
my "P" awoke me from the slumber while bridges where collapsing
and in my country on my land everything is coming back to life
from the long sleep of winter......

Thanks Tommi!
I find your writing fascinating
Im not actually going to burn any book
although in the past I have found burned
bibles up on the trail by the creek
a private and rather interesting
little place travelled and visited by many
on the outskirts of our city

I try to write in a different style
so my own voice is mine

Opening paragraph is about the moon
the hide rises..Just the skin of sun
shinning stretched on the moon
The great One dying
the sun giving way to death
the night

poetry is great!
I know wiccans

Thank Y ou