Changeling

A fresh morning start,
Is what I am waiting to see.
I hope that it rains,
So that I can be relaxed,
And sip on a cup of piping hot tea.


The sky should be clearer,
As the time for noon is about to strike.
The only company is be the road,
And the golden lit valley-
As I set out for a long lonely drive.


The noon was high, but-
Now that the sun is setting down,
I put my ride to a halt,
Just on the banks of an unknown canal-
Silently absorbing the changing colors of twilight.


The most crucial part of the journey,
Shall begin when it's night time.
As I make my way through the jungle,
Towards a clearance,
Where the fire is dimly lit.


And I shall madly dance around,
To the sound of the dry twigs crackling,
Devouring the heat and the moonlight.
I am hear today, to see myself transform,
Into something I am unsure of,
Just when it is about to strike midnight.


The dark night will pour-
All its blessings on me,
As I am shedding my conscience and skin.
The chanting and the music in the woods increases,
With the pace of my swinging feet.