Dancing round campfires
Bodies flowing to a melodic tune
Magick pours through the grassy dunes
Into the woods it retires

Notes play upon the lyre
Healing Dance of the Leaves
Much left to desire
Energy floats in the wind

Out of the woods they appear
Approaching quickly to the entities warmed by fire’s light
Wise pure amber eyes do not fear
Luminous moon shining bright

Into the Druid circles they come
Children of prophecy
She does not fear
She does not hear
They are shadows to her
As she dances in her Druid Circles

White hair embraced by the cool breeze
Amber eyes lit by fire and moon
Feet pounding lightly on mossy ground
Her spell will be completed soon

Once a year on a sacred day
She comes to dance
To heal and chase the evil away
The forest and Druids will be able to hold their stance

She begins when sun is high
And finishes when moon is low
Breathe a small sigh
She completes her dance to what she does not wish to know

Into Druid circles they come
War is soon to be waged
The white haired child of Destiny must now leave her home
To try and save the skys
Her success is unknown
Joined by blessed others she leaves the Druid Circles

 
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