The moon’s light shines
through the crack in my curtains,
falling on my face.
I awaken.
I feel Her power,
calling me back:
Get up. Get up.
Come dance with me;
the night is warm
The priestess blood within me
runs slow.
Another time, another night.
I turn away,
block out her light.
But in my dreams,
I dance.

[Gerri Leen lives in Northern Virginia and originally hails from Seattle.  She is pleased to appear in Eternal Haunted Summer again.  She has a collection of short stories, Life Without Crows, out from Hadley Rille Books, and stories and poems published in such places as: She Nailed a Stake Through His Head, Sword and Sorceress XXIII, Dia de los Muertos, Return to Luna, Sniplits, Triangulation: Dark Glass, Sails & Sorcery, and Paper Crow.  She also is editing an anthology of speculative fiction and poetry from Hadley Rille Books that will benefit homeless animals.  Visit to see what else she’s been up to.] 

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