beltane

once upon a time we'd follow the drummer boy up the hill, lose ourselves in the labyrinthine shadows and gather under pillar or the flickering of fires...once upon a time the last dregs and remnants jumping embers in the predawn light, weaving down, towards arthurs seat, wash our faces in the dew in another ritual and stumble back into the waking city, the ghosts and echoes of itself under brightening trees and sparsely populated streets...once upon a time...the last time a choreography of health and safety, of security and order; the chaos and illusion gone, rearranged upon the stage and managed by those who saw retail possibilities ghosting under the embers and offering a further chill to the morning wake..