Dead wake from earth’s bed
Bones creak no muscle, fat or skin.
Know this truth in your heart,
That the dead will come tonight.
To scream, howling as if wind,
“We are death, we come visiting”.
The tribe enter the liminal time
Portals open, black light billows.
Samhain our Lord, call them to your side
We will feast you, sing the old songs.
The gloaming gathers strength,
Weak tremble in their huts.
The veil is thin, the otherworld peers in,
Spirits seek fellowship with the living.
Our fires are grand and will protect us.
Now time to dance wild and free,
In the coats of our cattle.
And spirits of our ancestors
Will shine, as pure light.
©️ david/dai fry 5th September 2019.