Beltane – A Dream

(a quatern)
Disjointed sky, unquivered night,
Set quills of flame to clearing’s break,
As monster cranes just from her sight,
My angel bane, my heart’s foresake.
 
My twisted looks claim ill define,
Disjointed sky? unquivered night?
A beast whose reaps of skin confine,
Who no such-thing should hope invite.
 
A goddess gained in sheers’ delight,
A white witch curved with verdant spring,
“Disjointed sky, unquivered night…”
Such hymns, the maidens dancing sing.
 
But I, who she redemption holds,
Will not so much as taste her light.
For death calls from my shadow folds,
Disjointed sky, unquivered night.