I wrote this recently. It was an exercise into a form of writing I don't usually play in... it was fun, and hopefully the spirit of it will come through the words.
The Witches Sabbat
Off to the Witches’ Sabbat we go,
A sojourn into the divine personal,
By the light of the moon onward into flight,
An inward journey will only do.
Pulled by a call into the brush thick and dense,
The hardest is the first step of many,
Therein before an altar of truth all kneel,
Found here is the initiation by heart.
Upon a mound the throne does sit,
By whose authority the spiritual is wed,
To stave every hunger there is a simple feast,
The hallowed deepens with each toast.
A heralding wild call and we dance,
The rhythm of life the drums we beat,
Twists and turns the steps spin,
Transformed in cycles are we.
By a crackling fire we open heavy eyes,
A blanket of eternity draped thereon,
Continue before our eyes the Sabbat goes,
Never having to leave all is here.
"Lost in a thicket bare-foot upon a thorned path."