The Flowers of Darkness

Form: Minute Poetry

As dusk descends oblations bloom
In sacred room.
To gods of night,
For their delight.
The sweetest scents illuminate
The holy state
For us to see
The path to thee.
The flowers guide the Pagan child
With spirit wild
By lunar light
In sacred flight


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