Heathen drums
beating like a heart

Pagan memories
dance in shadows

Rising from the fires
shape-shifting smoke

Thousands of yesterdays
cold-blooded wisdom

Lingering within
a reptilian mind

Human and otherworldly
Virtuous and wicked

In one breath
a prayer and a spell

Our blood
Is not our own

But a river
flowing from every mother

Wisdom and power
a magical heritage

We know what forces we are

As the world awaits
our return ~ Caroline A. Slee