SAMHAIN A NEW DAWN
On the barren misty hill i see your naked slender frame
dancing round the raging flame
Ancient lore repeats its tale as banshee virgins tell and wail of lightened days beginning to fail
Into dark times this feast will lead
to fallen leaves of bygone years nourishing the ground
on which you feed
This Gaelic Samhain November dawn is where i see you dressed to warn
of shortened days and little growth
In future days the chilling north winds will hide the land
in whitened snow
but through its melting a new spring life will begin to grow
So on this night cry out in joy as cleansing is complete
life now stirs another day
beneath your Goddess feet
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