Tears Of The Serpent

Beneath the red of the moon
our time of renewal has begun;
The gathering commences soon,
brought about by the sound of a drum.

We pray that our sacrifice
will bring seasons that are fair;
Though they come at a costly price,
such things are required for our welfare.

Mystery will rule this night,
when dreams become reality;
Such magic beneath the moonlight
encompasses all who desire immortality.

The boundaries of our domain
will be breached by a mystic force;
Our Mother’s words will fall like rain,
begging to appease the most Sacred Source.

Stained by the serpent’s tears,
sanctified by destiny and by fate,
Raised for this day throughout the years,
my life will renew the land I now dedicate.

A moment before the sunrise
brings the serpents into my sight;
Arms raised to sacrifice and revitalize
send my spirit soaring toward my birthright.

Lora Frikken ~ 8-11-03 ~ A Dream