Darkness Poem by John Prophet

Full white
moon.
Star ceiling.
Flames soaring,
Sparks flying
high,
high into
the night.
Chanting
loudly.
Baleful voices
sounds
echoing off
the stones.
Drums beating.
Faces painted.
Wild dance,
arms raised.
Looking
on high.
Superstitions
born!
Wild night,
sacrifice delivered.
Appeasements,
prayers made.
Moonlight,
shadows thrown,
seeing ghosts.
Ghosts dancing,
flying
in the glades.
The world,
a frightful
place
so very
long ago.