The Celtic drums of Samhain keep the beat,
as cauldrons overflow with magic rite,
open the gates for life and death to meet,
and let the Samhain blessings free tonight.
The dying candle flames are burning low,
as witches dance within their circle round,
where autumn's fiery embers brightly glow,
their voices chanting echo magic sound,
and call the powers down to hallowed ground.
So Hecate shall hear the Pagan call,
upon the land in vibrant golden hue,
and turn the season to the autumn's fall
as Annwfn lands return unto our view.
The spirit veil is thin as rites are said
we see the fires alive with sacred flame,
and witches mingle here among the dead.
The winds of time still call aloud her name
until the Samhain drums are ours to tame.
Witch and ghost make merry on this last of dear October's days. ~Author Unknown
