The harvest moon rises in the midnight hour
The time of feast has come
Naked young girls dance around the bonfire
I watch in disbelief
Two virgins’ blood polished the altar
A sight I can’t contain
Tonight, on my eighteenth year
I will embrace my roots
and accept the beliefs of my people
Fear not for me
for I will fulfill my destiny
as an offering to the god of harvest
Worry not,
the prophecy foretold
when the blood moon rises
on the next harvest
I, along with the two other virgins
will come back to life
bringing a greater power
of ancient magick within us
© Pancake Bunnykins
15 Comments
Love!
Nicely written but so sad.
Thanks, Natalia.
Thanks, Oneta!
Wow! This is just soooo perfectly written! Your descriptions are vivid. Emotions are powerful.
Thank you, Rosema. 🙂 I’m interested in occult stuff too. Lol.
Oh, this was good.
Thank you.
That is marvelous!
Thank you Lizl.
That’s really intriguing.
Thank you. 🙂
This is very well-written 🙂
Thank you!