NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 11

Storms

Storms coming as I kneel
Before an altar only seen
With my hallowed eyes in dream
Candles flickering as flowers
Winds bring a tune of dance
Upon these miseries driven to
Solace by thundering drums
Heralding storms’ intentions
Along lines of my athame
I kneel inside of delicately
Before an altar only seen
With my disappearing eyes in dream

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