The forest, dark and elusive
A lone dancer gracefully working sunwise around the pyre
Moonlight reflects the sweat upon her skyclad body like hundreds of precious jewels
Her blade flahing frequently in the fires glow
On this night, The Power eminates from her
Every step of her delicate foot, every twist of her hips
Every slash of her athame bring forthe the erotic power of The Dance
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