Children Of Darkness Poem by Jerome Brooke

Wolves dance in circles of stone,
Children of Darkness.
Maidens spin, turn for the Lady,
Queen and High Priestess.

Cubs of the Red Lady gather,
Circle the prey.
Stones hold back the endless night,
Sable robe of Death.

Stars turn, slaying and cruel,
Dark eyes flash.
Dawn searches, night flees,
Blades slash.

Sword of silver, seek now the rose,
Hidden in shade.
Circle of stone, hide our fear,
Guide our blade.


From my Queen of Darkness (Amazon Books)