Pagan Celebration

Amongs the trees i watch, as the begins of the forest gather, before the 
flames of a bonfire. Old and demented elves, whip branches of fire against 
the black earth.
The flames feed on souls, while a demon shakes o pot, the witches gather in 
a circle and, dead flowers adorn the center. Amidst obscurity. I see taking 
place, the pagan celebration, of the creatures of the black forest.
Beneath this sky, the contles stars, the wolves sing their saddest song the 
elves madden, and the witches sleep, now the moon shines in all it's 
intensity.
The druids begin to look for mistletoe, the plant that granrs them eternal 
life, and when the spirits rise, everything shine! Beneath this sky of 
countless stars i watch.