The night of Beltane is approaching,
The sky is a glimpse of a coal
Which burns in the furnace of howling
And yell of nomadic parole.
Young witches and spirits together
Are dancing in circle of oaks.
Yet naked they stay, and all nether
That used to be hidden - now moans.
Who dares to join the party
And fornicate fabulous nymphs
Must swear to Forest Almighty
Rejecting all Christian myths.
The night of Beltane is approaching
© Copyright: Василий Монахов, 2017
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