Samhain
Samhain, when the veil between worlds is at its thinnest
Samhain, when we may walk and talk with our Ancestors
Samhain, when we may shed tears and laughter
Samhain, when our hearts beat a timeless rhythm
Let the Spear of Lugh light our way
Let the Sword of Truth speak to us
Let the Stone of Fal sing to us
Let the Cauldron of Murias heal us
Copyright R M Carr/Witcherman Oct 31st 2006