I can't really describe it, read it and judge for yourself.
As the sun slowly sets over the horizen,
A drum beats out a hypnotic cadence.
The light of the bonfire is mesmerizing.
As the chanting dancers sway and move
With the sounds of the night,
Their ivory linen flows behind them.
The fire crackles and snaps as it watches,
Even the spirits dance in their own mysterious way.
The moon slowly takes her place in the sky,
And bestows her light on us all.
Her fullness is a glorious sight to behold,
We raise our hands to praise her,
Our lady of the night.