For on Hallowmas Eve the Nighthag shall ride,
And all her nine-fold sweeping on by her side,
Whether the wind sing lowly or loud,
Sailing through moonshine or swathed in a cloud.
- Sir Walter Scott -
Blessing to you on this sacred night.
May you taste the mysteries the Great Mother offers.
May you ride the ghost-roads safely and return
home with the wisdom you seek.
Blessings to you,
Blessings dark and deep.
The Witch of Stitches