Druid

Upon my welts,
The heat and ash druid?
Upon my welts i´m blackened.
What does my lacerated flesh give way to?
As you ponder on the next blessing or curse.
This hemlock and mushroom concoction.
These unseen species you´ve hypnotised our village with.
Outlandish laughter fills the awning of our humble straw houses...
Drum Druid... where our footsteps fall I hear echos, celtic fairies surround me, nimphs with wings so blinding, why?
I feel the energy ecaping from my skin druid.
love swelling up and hate dragging me down.
late, I feel a thorned tongue delivering flame.
Why´d you dare the dragon when you knew it´d treat our modest existance like a childrens game.