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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