Misunderstood Pride

Come and carry me to our secret room
where you shall lie me down nice and gentle
for although I am young, I am fragile.
Dancing in candle light, the shadows loom

upon the walls, mixed with light from the moon
how they make you feel so weak and little.
Taking the Athame from the mantle
we shall be starting our sacred act soon

you are ready, at last we are alone.
No need to be sad about the struggle
for what we have is pure, it is special
smile, ignore their narrow- minded drone.

Throughout you read the divine poetry
And end our ritual with Blessed Be.