Shadow Dance
By Mad Moon
Full moon suspended in the midnight sky like a magician's trick on a darkened stage. Surrounding woods softly illuminated by flames of a campfire, teasing the night air. Around me, a warm, almost golden glow seems to form a circle as if to protect me from the latent beasts of the night, waiting concealed in the black beyond the trees. I pull a blanket tight around my body, as the airs grows cooler, to keep warm. Throwing another log on, I watch as a ballet of sparks rise up toward the heavens. Content, I stared into the flames when out of the corner of my eye I see them; Shadowy figures, flitting in and out of the trees, along the edge of the circle. Like warriors, the shadow dancers move in alliance with the flames of the fire, dancing to thwart off any threat of intrusion by those beasts of the night. Arms raised, rattles shaking, chanting; the shadow dancers continued their performance, like tribal medicine men, into the night without interruption. I watched. Hypnotized. Warm and secure. And, as the dawn crept up upon us all, they faded into light, leaving me behind, comfortable, safe, asleep on the ground. Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 01:15 AM PST, Mad Moon 0 • 10
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"Full moon suspended in the midnight sky..."