
Sunsets and I hear deaths call, distant friends out side my walls, coming closer and even closer still, lost friends and family who died while ill. I take a knife and carve a face and illuminate and set a place the final feast that all must eat and face the death we all must greet. Alone in silence I hear the chatter about the things that don’t matter, a reminder of the years that past, rejoicing that it not my last. The fire burns orange and black, it now the time to look back, at the lives and loves we have lost, the time to count the emotional cost. In sadness this is not done, it now the time for Samhain Fun, So bob for apples and trick and treat, for old friend your sure to meet. Gather close the ones you love and look upon the moon above, While remembering days that have past, enjoy the party and have a blast. By Draco of the dragonstar Related articles Samhain: Festival Honouring the Ancestors (brighthub.com) Samhain (socyberty.com) Wiccan Symbols, Spells & Rituals (brighthub.com) On Being godless (renaebair.com)







