To become one of fate,
for sands of time one must wait,
No more no less a year one day,
from that time once in may.
Ride not upon the wiches broom,
least ye be overwhelmed to soon,
Call upon the goddess might,
for this one of holy night.
Call upon the god's raidiant light,
to protect us from all plight,
call upon the spirits dead,
to join this night and be fed.
Samhain, hallowed, summers end,
bring about the worlds end,
but not the end some would seek,
instead bring about years next week.
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Just a little something for the holidays. =)
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