The Circle

 

Coal grey clouds roll through the sky.

My mind is whirling.  My heart wants to cry.

Deep in the trees is where we wait,

Wondering what will be our fate.

The blood is poured and now we drink.

My thoughts are few.  I don’t want to think.

Quickly now, my heart starts to stir.

Everything is spinning.  All is a blur.

Jumping, dancing, how fast can I go?

The fire is giving an incandescent glow.

Slowing now, a figure I see,

Coming out of the fire, staring at me.

All of my thoughts are focused on him.

My vision breaks and the figure is dim.

Running, running, as fast as I can,

Through the trees, over the dam.

I cannot stop.  Will it end?

I am caught in a circle that will not bend.