The Olde Religion

The Goddess walks
The breathless night
Consumed by candles
What is above
Shall be below
Flame and water
Winds that blow
Once her beauty
Reigned most high
Now pale
Against the summer sky
Solstice dreaming
Bonfires flame
Sacred dagger
Silver athame
Spell cast circles
Midsummer’s night
Gentle magic
Burning bright
Sing to me
A distant past
Crone the last
Into a brand new day
The Goddess walks
Her beauty fae

[Dana Wright has always had a fascination with things that go bump in the night. She is often found  playing at local bookstores,  trying not to maim herself with crochet hooks or knitting needles, watching monster movies with her husband and furry kids or blogging about books. More commonly, she is chained to her computers, writing like a woman possessed. She was a contributing author to Siren’s Call E-zine in their “Women In Horror” issue in February 2013, a contributing author to Potatoes! (upcoming), Wonderstruck, Shifters: A Charity Anthology and the Roms, Bombs and Zoms Anthology due in late 2013 from Evil Girlfriend Media.  Dana also reviews music for  and has been a contributing writer to Pagan Living and Fabricoh Magazine.]

1 thought on “The Olde Religion”

  1. Dana Wright said:

    Great to be in this issue! 🙂

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