Form: Envelope Quatrains
High priestess neath the summer moon,
she cast her spell upon my heart,
my senses simply fell apart
as magic sung of love's sweet tune.
High priestess neath the autumn sky,
with gentle hands she captured me,
yet in my hunger set me free,
as falling leaves meander by.
High priestess in the winter snow,
with love's embrace she keeps me warm,
two hearts unite in ritual form,
as fiery embers softly glow.
High priestess in the springtide's mist,
the endless turning of life's wheel,
and she alone can know I feel,
the passion found when our love kissed