In the whirlwind's fabled song
they threw themselves into
the battle of the dance
danced and sang, time and time again
the witches' hair
hung like tangled hemp
They awakened the power of the body
eyes closed in delight of terror
the fire's rain of sparks
danced in the rytm
with the sleeves towards the sky
like the ornament of the antlers
The darkness is darker tonight
the clouds drift faster tonight
the wind howls louder tonight
the treetops sway more strongly tonight
Exhausted bodies
fall onto their backs in pain
they can no longer be held up
the blood swirls
like the foam from the waterfall
the flames ebb out
like a silent thought
The moon shines on dewy marsh
the living stand
like new-born reeds
the tree crowns receive the gift
that the light offers
where the soul returns
to the life of the forest.
Berit Haga March 2003
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