Around the bonfire
Danced the Lady
The drums kept up
A steady beat
Humming softly to Herself
She built within
A certain Heat
I stood at Her circle
Rapt and entranced
She placed Herself
Near me as She danced
For quite some time
She swayed before me
This Goddess-Woman
Appraised me there
Then suddenly her dance had ended
So close I wanted
To touch her hair.
She governed her Heat
By act of will;
She met my eyes
And stood quite still
I asked myself;
"Has She chosen me?"
"Will I be Her One, as I prayed to be?"
The Lady spoke;
"You're bewitched, I see."
"Will you come be my One?"
"Will you love with me?"