Samhain Night
And the campfires burn
And the moon bleeds red
And the trees are hushed
And the ground is spread
With the feast of the dead.
It is Samhain night.
The elder’s eyes shine bright
And she calls to the quarters
And the Lord and the Goddess
And the moon so pale
To pull aside the veil
It is Samhain night.
Inviting forth our dearly departed
Arms wide and open-hearted
To feed our soul
The wisdom our loved ones
Wish to disclose
It is Samhain night.
It is the day of the dead
A cause for celebration
The fire and the drums
Are a potent combination
For an ancestral invocation
It is Samhain night.
And the campfires roar
And the moonlight pours
Making trees cast shadows
On the feast below
And they join hand-in-hand
With unearthly spirits
Empty eyes aglow
It is Samhain night.
That the dead and the living
Roam the same earthly plane
And the Wheel of the Year
Groans and turns again.
-Silvana Franco -
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