Rhavensfyre waxing poetic: Primal

The human tribe

Has lost something

in the translation

Of numbers and borders

And peoples and races

We have lost

The common drum beat

Of the human heart

The Primal urge

that demands us to join

The dance of our ancestors

Music and motion

And song

Resonating through us

Joining us together.

It wakens us

Soul and spirit

It brings us together

And focuses us

On love and laughter

And desire

It makes us hungry

For life

By making us feel

How close life and death

Really is

It rids us of the numbness

Of modern society

It needs no words

It has no rules

It simply

just is.








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