Samhain

It's a tad bit rough.

The time has come again to

release the ancients ones

from their seplutures and graves.

 

The time has come beneath a setting

sun to remember the old ways.

We have been granted a night

of magic, we who choose wisely

will be blessed.

 

The harvest moon it sets our mood,

the painted faces, that we can never

replace. The haunted question in the

back of my mind, will we know who breathes

and who has left this state of mind...