mist... rhythmic beating of a drum
strange...fire...heat...pounding
spirit takes me
no longer in control
head spins...clouded
my feet lift dancing in circles
eagles wings outstretched
fire blazes... licks my skin
your voice I hear
chanting... chanting
dancing about the fire
feathers change to black
wake to find
feathers in my hand
This one is pretty too. You could paint a picture of this one.
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This one is pretty too. You could paint a picture of this one.