Way off in the late of Night.
When the New Moon's Darkness shines so Bright.
There appears far away, a small and flickering Light.
Are there wild Druids in the deep woods Tonight?
Perhaps with the Fae they have come to dance and Delight.
It is said the old ones live in the trees and only come out on the Blackest Night.
Others swear they have seen them dancing and doing spell with the Witches
in the Moon's full Light.
All I know is my hearth wishes I was young again dancing in the woods
wild and sky clan. Till Sun brings back its Bright.
Love of Dark Love of Light be my Goddess and kiss me in the Astral this
very night.
The Druid King
Copyright January 16, 2013 George King
