All Souls, Saints, Samhain
and the Dead
End of harvest, the reap
Long evenings grow long and deep;
Time for our stories bold,
Ancient as the night is old.
Listen
The Tuatha de Dannan
That linger beyond the veil;
Between the worlds so thin
They cross into our din.
To lure one to dine on plates of gold,
And disappear into the fold.
For years and years…
Beware
Offerings, feasting, festival and more
Honor those that come back to the door.
For one night, for one day
Welcome both the kin and the fey.
Honor
As we all that live get grey
The young we need to pay,
With several treats
Some of them sweets
Because it hold the fearful at bay!!!!
Pray
for the Dead
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