The Fires Leap High
The chant, the drums
the beat, the thrum
The fires leap high
the beast must die
The screams, the shouts
the painted war-whoops
Leaves crackle, thick smoke
fetid air, throats choke
Metal spears all raised
sharp cries pierce the haze
Too late the high priest
beast's heart has ceased
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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