In the Darkness of the Moon

© By Bersi Ormstunga (David Seguin)



In the Darkness of the Moon,
A drum beats soft and slow,
To the rhythm of your heartbeat,
Pounding in your throat,
There's a woman dancing somewhere,
Body swaying to the drums,
Footsteps moving on the earth,
Burning brighter than the sun,

In the Darkness of the moon,
She's gliding on the prowl,
I swear the jungle comes alive,
The night begins to howl,
Desire consumes your heart,
Your body moves in fire,
Blood singing in your veins,
A song as old as time,

In the Darkness of the moon,
A drummer's pounding out his heart,
A spirit caught on fire,
She's dancing at his hearth,
It's a marriage old as time,
Between the dancer and the drum,
A heartbeat strong and sure,
That's written in your blood,

In the darkness of the moon,
A spirit taking flight,
Fingers flash like knives,
Slapping out the time,
Movements strong and sure,
As they glitter in the night,
The closest thing to heaven,
On the way to paradise,

In the darkness of the moon,
With the coming of the dawn,
The fire is burning low,
And the dance is but a song,
But the dancer and the drum,
Have risen to the stars,
Floating on the earth,
Burning embers in the heart,


Pubear's note: For Darkmoon House. I wrote this one afternoon at SCA 25th year, in payment for a hat.