Solstice

They came in their white robes leaning on ornate wooden staffs. Witches too, carrying crystal globes and the wizard loudly them chaffs. The moon shines fat and full casting silvery rays of light. All together they made an eyeful as they danced through the night. Worshiping this special time the priests following the trail up the hill to the stones they climb each seeking the mysteries to unveil. The stones look forbidding crested up high surveying the valley. With sword held high he chanted his words were full of testimony. After the rites were finished a blessing given and received. Leaving the circle spiritually replenished with solstice duly loved and cherished.