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Cool north-winds hold you tight.
All the trees are black as ink,
They go unnoticed as you think.

Tonight she wears a long black gown,
Quickly turning, there is no sound.
Reddish hair flies round and round,
Dark red roses on the ground.

She clears a spot, just for tonight,
That’s hidden and away from sight.
With her sword she cast her space,
Now each element, she must face.

Her thoughts are gifts to the Air,
Fiery passions are also there.
Emotions flowing every-where,
And grounding Mother, Oh so fair….

She calls out in an ancient tongue,
Hidden shadows start to run.
Her arms raised up , they touch the sky,
Slowly turning, she starts to fly.

She hears a rumbling in the air,
A bolt of lighting was also there.

Her eyes are closed, she feels the rain,
All her power starts to drain.
Her toes slowly touch the ground,
With her spinning slowing down.

She opens up her eyes to see,
As she drops down to her knee.
She thanks the goddess for this time,
What a night for her to shine.