The Poetry of Sara Jane’s Alley - Festival of the Waning Moon
The mystical energy flows and seduces,
As the Festival of the Waning Moon begins, the Moon Goddesses (some say witches) descend upon the moonlit barrens.
Odd pale tents with no entry point invite inside the chosen few who know the secrets of the ancient muse.
The trees shimmer in moonlight prepared to run or stay, while the Moon Goddesses converse in hushed tones. Fate is in the air.
The sacrificial beast is safe through genial atonement,
And all is lit by a sense of light rather than light itself.