Trample the fire 

Her eyes are alive dancing a moment more than you like 

You tune out for a while but hear her say 

I’ll dance in moonlight later it’s full and energy will renew me 

Trample it quick before the spark lights you think 

They’ll call you a witch a faithless bitch ,and see your spit on her face 

Fear made you sour your being sucked in and dry 

But her you think she can’t have magic without me and know she can 

Walk away without checking the fire was tamped down, trampled 

Assuming your words were enough 

Fool, fool hoots the owl on this hallowe’en eve not a word you hear 

Moon streaming in through curtain less windows so afraid of the dark are you 

She always joked she was bat like seeing in the shadows 

Slipping away with a huntress stealth 

To the garden and the fire in her burns 

Hottest, brightest wildest woman of then and now merge 

Laying down on the grass soaked and cold her shivers connect her 

She is of the earth, she is dust, she is starlight and shadow 

In her mind she is powerful, racing and flying 

Ahead and beyond and before 

She is timeless and ageless, knows  she’s not faithless and now that she is seeing 

The future of dreams that can happen he will trample the fire 

No more 
Ailsa 

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