Amanda Aremisia Forrester
On this, Kybele’s holy day
Worshipers gather in the dark
The drums pound out a deepening sound
Firelight flickers, casting an eerie glow
The priestess dances
Whirling around
Feet never touching the ground
Her long hair swirls around her face
A halo, a crown, a black fog
She spins and spins, in her own world
Delirious and ecstatic
Drunk on Divinity
The people chant, the people pray
They cry out to Kybele, the Mountain Mother
Rhea of the Phrygians
Chanting Her ancient names
The priestess continues to dance
Her skirts flying
Her body perpetually in motion
She embodies the wildness of her Mother’s realm
The grace of the lioness
And killer instinct
Reflected in hard muscle.
Rhea-Kybele, Mother of the Gods,
Mistress of the Wild,
Looks on,
And the approves.
The drums pound.
And the priestess dances.
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