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Jan 31
Full white
moon.
Star ceiling.
Fire roaring.
Flames soaring.
Sparks flying
high,
high into
the night.
Chanting
loudly.
Baleful voices
sounds
echoing off
the stones.
Drums beating.
Faces painted.
Wild dance,
arms raised.
Looking
on high.
Superstitions
born.
Religions
genesis!
Wild night,
sacrifice delivered.
Appeasements,
prayers made.
Moonlight,
shadows thrown,
seeing ghosts.
Ghosts dancing,
flying
in the glades.
The world,
a frightful
place
so very
long ago.
John Prophet
Written by
John Prophet
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   Rich Hues
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