A poem for Beltane…

Beltane

As the sun grows hot and bright
And the year-wheel slowly turns.
The veil thins on Beltane night. 
And passion’s fire brightly burns.

Arise in lust and join the dance
‘round the maypole one by one
And as the cup is pierced by lance
The holy union has begun.

Leap across the blazing flames
To bless the coming year
The Eastern Gate now opened wide
And through; the Fae draw near.

Those who shine as stars below
Now dance in revelry
In forest, city, town, and grove
By human eye unseen.

We raise a toast on Beltane night
And make our offerings
To elves and faery, shade, and sprite
Within the sacred ring.

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