A Gathering Occurs

In a sacred grove of sycamores, splendor

Under a moon fully eclipsed from all light

A gathering occurs, both sacred and ancient

A gathering occurs, powerful yet desperate.

In candle-flame, masked faces shadow, hide

Under a moon, shrouded in blackest midnight

A casualty occurs, both a loss and a gain

A casualty occurs, palpable yet restless.

In the sacred grove of sycamores, splendor

Under a moon, now silver crescent showing

A rising occurs, where the woman is, a girl was

A rising occurs, where the queen sits, the world trembles.

In candles' death, faces reveal purpose, zealots

Under a moon, now full and glowing

A gathering storm, a queen smiles with birthed power

A gathering storm, a torrid force now unleashed.