Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Unholy Ground… #Poetry

Two male figures, poised in a dance of fire

Pale fingers of light reaching,

trying to call them back

The sacred woodland half in shadow

Its fiery centre hypnotising,

daring you to enter

Surely, certain death awaits

those foolish enough to try entering

the devils fire, no flames needed

Trees lean towards each other,

embracing the heat

Lovers cursed, turned to wood,

yet passion remains

A dance of eternity

The path looks soft, easy to tread

How many have tried to save the lost souls

In this sacred woodland

How many more will dare to enter

I turn away, whispering a prayer

Knowing there is nothing I can do

No amount of rain can turn the devils fire out…

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