[fish hawk]

  LASCAUX

shaman feeds the fire with angelica root and chant
'becomes animal spirit and shadowdances the moon
unnatural noises escape into an otherwise quiet night
the clan is caught in his web of magic song
they enter the trance of his altered state
the morning star showers them with healing
as they stomp evil spirits back into the dark earth
to the east the dawn sun lights the sky with slant
as once again they become mystic animals 
painted on the walls of damp caves. 

                  fish hawk

[Zeneta]

Reminded me of this:

For seven years I dwelt in the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games with the girls of the island
Now I have come again to the land of the fair
And the strong and the wise
Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Children of night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready.

J. Morrison