EnchantedGoddess

The song of the dancing girl goes on
and the throbbing beat of the goatskin drum,
pulses with a melancholy pace.

Her skirts are raised.

She flashes bare feet
which flutter like leaves.
Whispers of enchantment
fill the ears of eager trees.

The forest comes to life this night.

Roses placed upon the ground,
their thorns burry deep
into the soles of her feet
but nothing stops her song
and the dancing girl carries on.

As she bleeds for them.

For a while willows cease weeping
and the ancient oaks stop creaking.
The forest is listening
to the song of the dancing girl.

As steady as her heart is the drum.

Into the night she continues to sing
for the spirits of the forest, while the wind listens in
to the sweet enchantment of her song.