...converge...

Darkness holds to most of the room…
Points of candlelight like islands…
Deep spices and smoke swirl about…
The drums seem distant yet gather me in…

Holding the snake by the neck, She coils about my arm…
Swaying as I dance, the serpent watches me…
The Eyes stare and the tongues flicker…
Then quickly meet, the electric battery shock…

Golden motes of light pass before the flames…
The serpent gathers Herself up and retires to the altar…
Winding about the nightshade candle, She stares at me…
As I continue to sway and pulse to the drums…

Offered to the Dance…
I fall into Ecstasy…

…fade…