Do you see them?
Do you hear their silent dance?
There. The druids.
Shadows of the night.
Watch them whirl, watch them spin.
Part of the night.
It is a full moon.
Wolves howl with them.
One separates from the ring, whirls in the center.
Ring of stones.
Dancing druids.
She dances nimbly.
Their feet pound the ground.
Faster.
Faster.
She rejoins the group.
Their cloaked heads lift to the sky.
Wolves howl with them.
The sky is midnight purple.
A warm summer breeze flutters through their purple cloaks.
This dance ends at dawn.
Three rings are etched into their stone platform.
Their dance is like a bird's wings.
Silent, delicate, match them if you can.
Finally it ends... comes the dawn.
The sun rises.
They raise their hands one last time...
And disappear.
