~Season of the Witch~

Nothing fey as October 

Leaves decaying underfoot 

Take on the loam of the grave 

The woods are a haunted place 

Samhain is old magic 

Anyone can walk into 

Your days and dreams at Samhain 

Old bones, cold bones 

Lying in the ground 

Shallow bones, fallow bones 

Good to have around 

At Samhain, we remember 

That life and death are twinned 

As we walk through the waning 

Sunshine of the year 

Shadows stretch out before us

One to stir the cauldron 

Two to beat the tune 

Conjuring the ghostly ghosts 

Who march beneath the moon

We remember those who come before 

Those whose love remains

Although their physical form be gone

We think on those never born. 

?BROKEN187SOUL ?

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