Moonlight Savagery

In the moonlight

fire glows and they dance

Circle, circle round

shaking their feet and calloused hands

They wear their masks as if afraid

that the Devil remembers faces

Doused in brother-blood and oaths

keeping them in their places

But Moonlight is a gentle mother

who rarely stops their play

And so they act hunter and savage

until comes Father Day

Father Day, he scolds them, 

and beats them till they're men

Who dares cry the crypt chant?

Who will savage dance then?

But a masking of masks is a faulty seal

and Moonlight comes again

making her men children

letting them play without end. 

Author's Note

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