Poem

The Harvest

The harvest moon rises in the midnight hour
The time of feast has come

Naked young girls dance around the bonfire
I watch in disbelief

Two virgins’ blood polished the altar
A sight I can’t contain

Tonight, on my eighteenth year
I will embrace my roots
and accept the beliefs of my people

Fear not for me
for I will fulfill my destiny
as an offering to the god of harvest

Worry not,
the prophecy foretold
when the blood moon rises
on the next harvest
I, along with the two other virgins
will come back to life
bringing a greater power
of ancient magick within us
© Pancake Bunnykins

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