31/10/2024
Samhain's Veil
At Samhain's dusk, when the veil grows thin,
Ancient spirits rise, the rites begin.
In shadows cast by the waning light,
Echoes call from realms out of sight.
Ancestral voices soft and deep,
Whisper truths the soul will keep.
By fire's glow and moonbeam’s grace,
I honour each familiar face.
They come on winds that curl and sigh,
With roots in earth, their reach the sky.
Bound by blood and tethered ties,
In sacred silence, spirits rise.
A solemn pact I make tonight,
To keep their wisdom in my sight—
In reverence, I stand alone,
Yet never am I on my own.
Through mist and memory they appear,
Guiding me, so firm, so near.
From their essence I draw strength,
In shadows cast by Samhain’s length.
For when the world is cloaked in night,
I hear their steps beyond my sight.
Blessed be this mystic thread,
Connecting realms of quick and dead.
So may this circle never fade,
Bound by the kin from which it's made.
BY Cameron Raphael 2024
