Animal Rites

Please hear here the infliction of inflection:
http://www.somethingstupid.plus.com/animalrites.html
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http://www.somethingstupid.plus.com/animalritesgreekgirl.html

We were happy
Happy dancing
And the flowers in our hair smelt like the summer should
And the music had a melody before the evening came
And betrothed their scent to incense
Letting
The tabor take our steps

Cold, cold marble
Sculpted into silence
Sanctified
Paler platter for a smearing and a knowledge
Within hopeful visions
That deter the night
Yet stir the Shades

And we were quiet
Quiet watching
The solemn palms of preparation
Moistly glisten
Dionysus' roses drowning for the
Fire
Barley water, a reflex in sharp reflection

And we had altered
Altared faces
And the ashen garlands squealed and spat their colours out
And the lyre called us louder, wilder as its strings were scorched
Like ceremonial sunsets
Return
Before the evening came