The Ceremony

The ceremony
is the beginning and the end.

Shape-shifting
reveals her hidden desires.

Wolves in the forest, 
life and death are interwoven.

A foreign voice speaks; 
unrecognisable, yet it is her own.

Smoke and mirrors,
horrors and joys are interwoven.

Dancing to a silent drum,
the forest can feel the energy.

Spirits of the dead rise
as the world of the living and death blur.

A cleansing of herself
reveals a cleansing of the forest;
they are the same.

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