Monday, 3 March 2014


            A cheshire smile made of moonlight
            The sound of bones beating the drums
            The hiss of the winds in the willows
            The fading light of the weakening sun

            The wail of the ghosts of the Fallen
            The wail of the Goddess who mourns
            The wail of the Horned One who's offered
            Merge with the call of the Wild Hunt's horn

            Jack o lantern lights flicker in darkness
            The smell of rotting leaves fill the night
            The veil is torn all asunder     
            Giving glances and glimpses of Sight

            The dead and the gone walk among us
            Those who we honour and grieve
            We revel in the grace of the darkness
            During this All Hallowed Eve

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