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.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
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