The Moonlight Dance
By dshoser
The Moonlight DanceWhen Witches danced in the pastel glowOf the pale moonlight‘Neath the spreading trees where the Druids chant In the still of nightThey danced the dance their mothers danced‘Neath the old oak treeAnd muttered ancient incantationsMagically.The housewives in their town-cars drive to Bloomingdale'sIn the afternoon on Thursday there willBe no malesThey seek the things their mothers sought ‘Neath the old oak treeAnd mutter ancient incantationsMagically.The CEO who is in 'the know' is theLord High PriestAs a score or more of novices worshipAt his feetThey seek the things their fathers sought‘Neath the old oak treeAnd mutter ancient incantationsMagically.But the Poet is the master of the Moonlight danceAnd he knows the names of the GoddessesTo whom you chant.His dance of Bardic wisdom you callPoetryInvokes the ancient incantationsMagically. Written September 22nd, 1982 © on Sep 22 2001 02:46 PM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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"The Moonlight DanceWhen Witches danced in the pastel glowOf the pale moonlight‘Neath the spreading trees where the Druids chant In the still of nightThey danced the dance their mothers danced‘Neath the old oak treeAnd muttered ancient incantationsMagically.The housewives in their town-cars drive to Bloomingdale'sIn the afternoon on Thursday there willBe no malesThey seek the things their mothers sought ‘Neath the old oak treeAnd mutter ancient incantationsMagically.The CEO who is in 'the know' is theLord High PriestAs a score or more of novices worshipAt his feetThey seek the things their fathers sought‘Neath the old oak treeAnd mutter ancient incantationsMagically.But the Poet is the master of the Moonlight danceAnd he knows the names of the GoddessesTo whom you chant.His dance of Bardic wisdom you callPoetryInvokes the ancient incantationsMagically...."