Samhain poem or chant
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
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Originally posted 2010-10-16 12:59:17. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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