23 June 2012
Figures flitting through flickering flames will tell
Of tribal dances by a portal to Hell,
Crumble, crackle, crash and call
As the white wood brings you under heated spells.
Hubble, bubble, toil and tear,
Flames dancing in the cool night air,
Sparks like fireflies whizzing about,
Cackles and crackles are the Mistress' hair.
Hunger, fury, consuming the night,
Sucking it in, this summer's sight.
Garish masquerade, ghouls masked by the tongues
Of a thousand demons, feeding off your fright.
Paint yourself from head to toe
In the colours of this fiery show,
Drumbeats calling, jests and jeers,
Midsummers spirits spilling out from below.
Join the hunt for the Master's hoof
Pronged and forked, proud aloof
As the livery of his valets and maids
Die down so slowly, extinguished by moon.
Boney • Opuss № I