Tried to post as prose, yahoo did the spacing, not me!
High Priestess of Atlantis
Torch lit aisles parting throng of believers, waiting for Healer to come!. Draped in royal garb, she approaches, crown rests upon regal head!. Tonight the power will come, she'll make dead spirits dance!.
Ancient gift passed down through the ages, destined to be channeled yet again!. She raises long arms, palms upward to the heavens,
anxious crowd stilled with a hush, holy chant:
O God of Power, Source of Warmth, Your Healing Touch Deliver!
Torch lights flicker then go out as force field all can feel alters!.
Transferring of power duly manifested in their leader, eyes watch to see who she will choose!. Yet, it is never her choice, never!. She is obedient to her Source and knows the charge is not hers to make, she, simply the honored vessel, this place, this time, this now!. She turns to waiting mass, yearning for her touch!. They call to her, Hail her name, declaring allegience of trust, knowing she serves only for their highest good!. Slowly she rubs healing hands together, then faster, till they must part!. Glowing orb of healing power floats in space between opened palms!. Today she knows her worshipers will be sorely disappointed, leave unfulfilled, grumbling as they turn their backs!. But she must do as told!. Glowing orb she brings to her lips and with mystical gift, blows it across the sea, the ages, time and space!. Though Atlantis is now lost, the orb obediently finds its way to you!. In this place, this time, this now!.Www@QuestionHome@Com