Sanctify

Candles glowing bright and scattered
around the circle,
through the forest.
We worship in this darkness
surrounded by
corpses of trees,
as they whisper to us
secrets of beauty and freedom.
I do not want to leave you,
spirit on your breath.
Count to three and
the air is thick with emotion.
Death murmured
my every need.

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