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| Spirits dance
by woffies at 7/4/2009 4:25:20 PM
I remember the star filled night.
I remember the fire burning bright like a beacon to the Gods themselves.
I remember the music we played and the songs we sang.
It was a New Moon and there was Joy.
Every year there was a Fire at that time. Word spread from outcast to outcast and each year it grew bigger. The flames would touch the moon it seemed some nights. We were nothing. We were just a collection of lost souls bound together in the happiness of being. It was the loving of Life and the commonality of us all being outcast. It bound us closer together.
The heat of the blaze was a warm guard from the snow all around. We would sit and play and sing nonsense. Just words and noise, howls and laughs mingled and lifted by strings and wood winds.
Nothing could touch us. We were young and the Blood was hot and the Spirits came to dance.
It started with an echo. A lighter and sweeter mimicry of the chaotic sounds we made.
Then the flickering shades of the Flames started to dance on the snow. Under the Moon it looked like a dance floor swathe in tiny gems of ice. Alabaster faces with clover green eyes just appeared between blinks.
Weaving in and out of the shadows like a maypole they danced just out of the fire light. Summer smells drifted and mingled with the winter chill and smoke. There was no fear. Never Fear. There was an understanding. In that understanding there was peace and renewal.
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