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Samhain
As summer begins to wain and autom comes to fallow
A new year begins for us both sacred and hallow
We thank the Earth for her mighty gifts
We dance with mirth as the season shifts
Now is the time of the Red Mans reign
With candles alight we summon his name
Our alters are set the bonfires burn
We cast our chants and danceing in turn
Samhain comes it seems all so soon
With joy in heart we call down the moon
Not only we who enjoy this night
Halloween comes as a specticaled sight
Goules and ghostly coustumes the children where
We can walk freely without the akward stair
So enjoy your Samhain as it comes again
And blessed be to all my friends
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Permalink Reply by 34i0r9j29dp9l on
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Samhain Tryst
Encircled by the standing stones
We dance around the fyre of bones
While over head the womb of night
Consumes both smoke and fyrelight
The goddess fills our hearts with love
Her panoply of stars above
Her earthly arms below our feet
Embrace her daughters as we meet
To consecrate the summer's end
Where boundaries begin to blend
Immortal souls in death and life
Will meet in peace and not in strife
And join us as our holy union
Symbolizes their communion
While we join the dance of death
With fevered brow and labored breath
And in our trance we twirl and sway
With quiet voices do we pray
To Gaia, Mother goddess good
Who brought us to this northern wood
Upon this eve of winter's morn
To greet again the year reborn
We dance this night our Samhain tryst
At summer's end in autumn mist.(c) 2010 Bethany Frasier
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Permalink Reply by Onyx Rose Marie Maxey on
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Eyes a pure sapphire, and full lips stained red
The Goddess of the Night, removes all dread.
Long,soft hair, blacker then the night
A motherly face, that removes all fright.
Warm, nimble fingers, ending in perfect black nails
In the Goddess's eyes, her children cannot fail.
Always donned in black, she finds comfort in the dark
Upon her pale, glowing face, rests her Holy mark
A swirling caress, of circles and runes
A blessing placed upon her, A gift from the moon.
She sweeps by soundlessly, not a care in her mind
The 5 elements, follow in her wake, never far behind
Casting a circle, Music begins to play
She brings the elements to her, in her own special way.
First is Air, Then Fire, Water Earth
Then spirit is last, because it's closest to her.
As she closes the circle, Day begins to break
and the elements stay close, still lying in her wake.
For now, she is done, her work here is finished.
The morning has begun, the veil is diminished.
As she walks away, she whispers "Until the next Samhain,
Merry Meet, Merry Part, and Merry Meet Again!"
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