For The Sunday Muse Prompt #81. Photography by Sarolta Ban (Website HERE)
The lure of the lyre –
alive in its reverb – calls out,
inviting beauty and the beast
to dance, to yield to the rhythm
of the wind, as it rustles
in the leaves, swaying the trees.
We all – boar and deer-
of earth born and saved,
gather here, to dance
the gentle dance
of the dark.