#samhain
Disguises are welcome;
Perhaps even required…
Goblins and fairies,
Paladins,
Vampires,
Copyrightable heroes;
Everyone young or young at heart
Smelling of sugar and makeup
Aglow with LEDs.
Most perform their pleases and thank yous,
Some declare ‘Gimme!’
And a few say nothing at all.
Wee ghosts clutch sacks of plunder, and
Junior witches bless the doorbells of crones.
Shame befalls the house with no porch light,
As well it should;
What heathen dares to skip this feast?
But no matter, there’s always that one house
With fog machines and thunder and
Lightning strobes and a scary movie projected onto a
Sheet on the garage door;
And the pensioners giving out
Full-sized candy bars; saints walking among us,
Acclaim!
The shroud between living and dead
Thins and fades this night;
The veil between child and adult
Dissolves.
Mocking our fears as we ought
Sharing our sugar as we can
Reliving childhood as we must:
The Holiest kind of sorcery;
Worthy of more than just one night.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 10:43 PM UTC
In this dim night
before the dawn of All Saints,
no need to take fright
of the spirits you acquaint —
for they are merely the ones who went on before.
Beloved dead whom we miss
reenter the world of the quick
and blow us a kiss
with a treat but no trick —
as we celebrate their return from the dark shore.
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 10:59 AM UTC
I will see you in the Golden Streets of Valhalla We don't die and we will see the glory of Valhalla We all the chosen of Odin will be.
, ,
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 10:02 AM UTC
They get the holidays they stole from us
They get Ostara, Yule and Samhain
Easter, Christmas and Halloween
They get the crosses on greeting cards
Their bibles in store aisles
They are praised for those crimes against us
How they hung and hunted us
Drowned and undressed us
They get to stand on their pedestals with megaphones
Outside of schools and businesses
Door to door through neighborhoods
And preach about their hate
Tell us no matter what we believe
If it is not God then it must be sin
That if they do not stop us
Then Lucifer will win
Warts on noses, green skin and greasy hair
That is how a witch is pictured everywhere
Cackling and cursing, evil, wicked and vile
That is the image that they gave to us after they robbed and ***** us
They mock us in their media and treat us like comedies
Turn our magic into fiction and throw out the science
They make a mockery of our practice, spread all these lies of what it is not
Take the death card in tarot, the Tv says it means you’ll die
But a witch will tell you it means a new chapter of your life
Double double toil and trouble
Just once I’d like to see their plans foiled
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Watch as we rebuild from the rubble
Never ask us why we have such anger
Why we don’t want to stand around your manger
Because when people say the word witch
They say it like they call a woman *****
Oct 14, 2022
Oct 14, 2022 at 1:04 AM UTC
The veil thins;
I light a candle and wait
for you to come home.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 8:12 PM UTC
Walking up the rickety stairs,
Patchouli and cigarette smoke
combat for supremacy
Before I even reach the door,
and I step through to see
The everyday undead scattered on the thick carpet like so many corpses blown out of Wednesday Addams' haunted dollhouse.
Maybe it wasn't wise to come.
A cd player informs me that, indeed,
Bela Lugosi's dead,
And I cautiously move into the living room.
Ruby lips and ivory faces emerge from the gloom,
Incurious glances marking my progress
As an acolyte guides me to the Queen of the festivities
Holding court in a corner of the living room.
Her waist-length silver-gilt hair and damp skin like fresh camellias gleam in the candlelight,
A studded black goblet brimming with Jack Daniels
Is handed to her,
A token of homage she eagerly welcomes
while nodding me forward.
Whispers behind me tell her story,
Of how she's seen a thing or two in her time,
And why her flat stare and Theda Bara smile give glimpses of her bottomless occult wisdom.
As her slim fingers play with a knotted black necklace,
She considers me long before finally declaring,
--"My God, you're an old soul"--
And she pats the cushion next to her,
An invitation to drink deep and close of her dark knowledge.
A cup of something unknown is pressed into my hand
and I sip, hanging onto every arcane word she utters.
Night slowly fades into dawn
and I wake cold and stiff from a kitchen floor sleep
only to see the Queen buttoning the cuffs on her white poplin shirt.
Smoothing her tweed skirt, she steps into her pumps,
Grips her cup of coffee,
And with a cheery wave, leaves for work.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxI3t67cspw
Listen and recite on tempo with the space between preferably
--------------------------------
Let us sneak past the beholders
And fall through the hedge
Twist and tuck your shoulders
Careful not to slip the ledge
Where that speaking plant rose
'Till all noise is scant
Pass the root that slows
'Nd Keep the leaf that quickens
Follow the vine that goes
Passed the sign of picking
When the lone holt rises
And the deep mire thickens
There are three stones stricken
Standing of similar sizes
There it is the time of all ages
'Nd it doesn't matter what your age is
Where the wind flower is always a toss
And where the rocks are growing on moss
I have had it with signs and maps
At this next crossroad I will try to get lost
Nothing feels familiar and I've lost all name
Here life feels only a process, maybe a game..
I'm feeling wayward
I hope you are feeling the same
Forget all clocks
We will look in each others eyes to tell time
Forget all forms
The great Dao is a mirror and you are a mime
Whistle 'gypsy' to meet a sekret of my kind
Passage to a garden of thistle and thyme
five fold colors from the canopy above
rest warm and low on the mushroom land of love
With draping crowns of brugmansia
and fragile ground of foxglove
tip toe the maze and careful where she lept
for where she landed is where many had wept
the life giving rivers we swim
are the same some were sweptt
or have you ever thought
that where you are now is where once a soul's body was left?
where one is complete
another in this life is bereft
so respekt what beyond that hedge lies
everything may be separate now, but everything is one when it dies
And if I were to shapeshift into a fish
my swirling ocean, i would call my sky
And if that fish had one wish
Would be that the world would never run dry
See your spells of intention and what you imply
dictates what your world is run by
And that is beautiful
no one can deny
But quick! cover with the shade of mind
because beholders of beauty are everywhere
yet some give the evil eye
so I shade with the hedge of night
And gaze with my third of sight
so my body can be hidden
and my soul in soaring flight
Because something in the air in the city doenst feel right
But I see it in every one of your eyes, your own starry night
if you are still weary on the path to unite
this spells scroll recite
in one lord and lady
in darkness and in light
i cast this as tinder for your soul to ignite
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
Crossroad of the Mirror's Bend-
Twilight Chasms to the Hedge Tend.
A riddle of vines, answering to where trees extend;
And whispering trails of resonant Hornblende.
Sense a sign where the (M.) Glories ascend,
'Till the trail merges with the meadows end.
Beyond where lands are laid,
Cold Mountain is where I strayed.
I forgot all concept and form
And by the void was ordained.
I lost my name
When I came to the Gateless Gate..
I learned that all humans are the same
beneath the feign.
And the only reason government exists
Is that there's something to gain.
Pursuit and Pain,
Name and Fame,
here that doesn't matter;
here that's just matter.
The city I'm from is the city I shatter.
The seeds I bear are the seeds I scatter.
There's no need for a cheute
When you aren't climbing the ladder.
Most people are formal not formers;
So, in that case I'll have the latter.
You are living in a state of matter;
To me, its a matter of state.
Break the Frameless Gate
And wipe clean Locke's Slate.
Wait, that's tabula rasa, this ain't a debate!
See, you don't even know what the schools were built on you fools!
A world of jewels formed in the perfection of the bend~
A world of molecules spinning, hovering, in the end~
Whatever you believe
It's simply an intellectual tease..
Of what really claims to be,
Like the sound of the bird or a rustle of a tree.
So before you leave
I just wanted to see-
That if I told you this
You might walk the woods with me.
Because, lately I have been oft lonely
And they say I have been soft, only..
I feel a callus around my heart..
God seems to be performing some sort of complex art..
I have seen something in the end;
Yet, I cannot see where to start.
I see all of motion, like time, suspend.
I seem to see you all clearly again, then.
God speaks to me through language, transcend
And I know it was fully my part.
To move through space like my heart
And to the truth I will ever defend~
So, when I'm calling and the meaning ascends,
I pray for the lock to be broken again.
So my slate can be clean from what has been
and to the garden tend-
Because, the reflection in my eye
has made me cry.
When I look from now to then;
But, just know now that was all pretend.
Now I break a spell to start again, listen.
My tear is for you, and, from it, all glistens.
Yet we lose sight of what all the lord mights.
~Toss a yin and yang~
Like, day is just the absence of night;
Or, light is darkness' gift to sight.
See, what is real?
And what really matters?
When I cast my mind like a reel,
Meaning seems to scatter.
An unconscious wind takes my breath away
And I come conscious to what is on my platter
I can clearly see a pathway
And all of life becomes a screenplay.
The sky is my sensei
And no human do I obey.
Because, if this was the Beatles' Way
then I would be the f^#%k!ng Blue Jay~
And I'm coming to see you
In the garden when I pass through.
Tip your hat to a Psychedelic Cat
For when all this is through,
It will have been a picture you drew.
So, I'm tired of the fake and hate;
Just give Love and Compassion.
To all your brothers and sisters
And that doesn't have to rhyme.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
[We are rendered vulnerable
Gender-less and pleasure-ful
Honest
Giddy children of the prance
Tuned to the occasion
of seasonal rearrange
and jealous of nothing]
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
It's not yet the hour
that already flew past
The thin air runs smoothly
The hard thought
pulses fast
Beat-heart beats
All sound
as creature
retreats
Coming are the Winter ways
But tonite
we stand witness
to Tempus feint-play
Aside the River
Abreast the Well
Beneath the Earth
Cupping the Swell
With a Breath
Into the Breeze
We ignite new fire
And
‘Twixt these Veils
We effect our Tease
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
candles light up her room
it smells like herbs
and flowers
fall is her favorite season
she enjoys the rain
while dancing trough the woods
barefooted
she's one with nature and the sun
but in love with the moon
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
.
Rain fell in commotions—
The birds would have none of it,
The moon bellowed in ghostly white,
Faced in the sprite, ringing indifference
Of low fading stars, trees in posted dark
Scratched the grasslands of the fallen
Firmaments and the small creatures
That are holed up in days, scurried
With the creep of night and moan
Of oceans slide, mangled clouds
Clutched the murky burn of sky
And smallish eyes everywhen
Shuddered in the frosts
Of a shuttering rose.
.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
Finger tips, so freshly pricked
The blood, drips so sweet
Dark red, falls and stained
The socks, covering my feet
Finger tips, covered in red
The blood, flows so fast
Dark red, stains the dead
My shirt, torn across my chest
The night has only begun
As the moonlight showers
So does my everlasting fun
Chaotic energy
Demonic Clergy
Sweet sun falls
While spirits rise
Dancing, prancing, gallivanting
Underneath the sweetness of a dark moon
Such a delectable array of freedom, yet it ends so soon
Sun rise, ruins our freedom
Tomorrows day, drags us back
A year, we wait bleeding
My chest, still dripping red
Sun rise, the end of holiday
Tomorrows day, I lay lifeless
A year, we repeat the ritual
My chest, healed by my king
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
Through her fingertips she casts a pretty little spell
It fills with words she feels about a petty little devil
Replaced by her blind rage, a hex slips past her lips
Never **** off a pagan witch
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
.
i.
Tam had cornered the little ******** in an alley,
his detestation of small people teased his mind,
taunted him to ever more sadistic exterminations,
he considered child killing to be no real crime.
His method of death was pain and tortures,
make them scream until they breathed no more,
he knew nor cared not from where the hatred came,
he just enjoyed murdering the children of the poor.
ii.
The globe shone and took her far
through and between space and stars,
along time lines ever changing fast,
vacillating betwixt the future and past,
a trip that so few had made or survived,
but in point she found she had arrived.
iii.
A yellow glow cascades around
from street lamps aligned in rows.
A feint hint of oil in the chill air
perfumes the night, assaults her nose.
Cobbled streets with carriage ruts
are quiet with few walking abroad.
The Seers Sphere travelling in Time
lands her in a place to be explored.
iv.
Tonight Tam felt the cold like never before
shivering hard as he scowled at the kids
herded underground to his special prison.
The chill sinks deeper and deeper
attacking the bones from the inside out.
v.
Her instincts bristled, advising caution,
as she strolls along the cobbled streets,
homing in on her victims location,
just at the moment the rain turns to sleet.
vi.
Tam had been mutilating the boy
in full view of the other brats,
scaring the little ******** shitless,
feeding pieces to his pet rats.
It was then the cold gripped him,
rattling his teeth, freezing his spine.
The children sat rigid as statues,
as a ghost appeared from out of Time.
The door frame shattered.
An unspoken command to depart.
Out the children clattered.
As ice took hold of Tam's heart.
Unseen frozen fingers gripped his throat,
he ****** himself as he is dragged out,
his bones snapping likes sticks of ice,
throat to dry to scream and shout.
And he feels the rain turn to sleet,
it was time for him and Death to meet.
Death came a'calling with intense pain,
frigid blades slice through flesh real slow,
at the last he feels one of his pet rats
as it starts to nibble at his naked toe.
Flies lay eggs in cuts on the near deceased
ensuring their maggots a royalist feast.
The last thing he saw as he died
the strangest of women walking his way.
Ice blue eyes of fire and malevolence
tinged with the anger of dismay.
vii.
She approached the scene like a stalking cat,
had felt her victims life drain away,
someone had got there before her,
she looked at the body with spiteful dismay.
viii.
A thousand lifetimes away
in another Time and place,
Grimly looks at two empty cradles
a sardonic smile upon his face.
ix.
Ice blue eyes of fire flash raw power,
she turns to see the shadow stop dead.
Fighting the cold creeping up her spine,
staring at the darkness straight ahead.
The shadow moves out of him,
lamp glow revealing his form.
Fire green eyes of malice show
he is the heart of a storm.
x.
She looked at him with interest and disdain
but her Sphere sang out a greeting song.
Somewhere in history Time and Space shifts.
She glances at the shadow, but he was gone.
Yet … She knew his name ...
Shivermage.
© Pagan Paul (13/10/18)
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
He sweeps upon the open air.
Moves so fast, never know he’s there.
His dark embrace you’ll feel it’s near.
Your mind will race, heart thump in fear.
And evening’s rest shall not be solemn,
When stalked at night by the Golem!
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
There’s a Devil of a night each year, the night of Mr. Haim!
When the devilish and ghoulie ones come out to play their monster’s game.
And why some would seek to trick or treat on this scary day of dead?
Careful now cause gremlins, trolls …sprites and wolves, will offer up their dread!
Quiet, shush, I hear a pack of creepy-crawly boots…
Ra’atan-Zu and the Boogedy-Boo!
And the skeleton bones, clink…
And the skeleton bones, clink…
The skeleton bones clink.
That crafty-smith of horns and hooves is spying on these kiddies,
As Ra’atan-Zu and the Boogedy-Boo are hunting strays to do their dastardly-ditties.
Quiet, shush, I hear a pack of creepy-crawly boots,
And their costumes, oh-so-foul, the evilest of suits!
And there she is, that little girl who can’t keep up, in a tasty mushroom ensemble.
And the skeleton bones clink in her path to give her quite a tomble!
Ra’atan-Zu and the Boogedy-Boo!
And the skeleton bones, clink…
And the skeleton bones, clink…
The skeleton bones clink.
And Sammy Haim, that smithy-devil, a ***** hoof -igniting ghoul’s desire,
He’s howling out, demanding now, “Put that child to the fire!”
And little does he know, no little bit, not even a small clue,
Neither Ra’atan-Zu nor Boogedy-Boo intend on giving him his due!
For once a year on Halloween they get one night to spaz,
Get down and ***** wild and crazy and play a little jazz!
That little mushroom of a girl will play a tiny fiddle,
Ra’atan-Zu and the Boogedy-Boo, a jazzy duet with child in middle!'
Ra’atan-Zu, Boogedy-Boo and a little girl too as they get down actin’ a spaz! Playin’ all night, howling to the moon and kickin’ out some wicked jazz!
*And the skeleton bones, clink…
And the skeleton bones, clink…
The skeleton bones clink.* *
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Fantail feathers, of a hazy, 'yellow-orangish-moon'…
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Skeleton-scythes, thorny-stars, swaying in the swoon,
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Fire-pits and witches brew and cauldron’s smoking tricks?
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Little dwarves and wolves and serpents crawling; leftover people bits,
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Trumpets hailing arrival, of Pale Rider, can you hear his tune?
Fantail feathers strain the sight of harvest-yellow moon,
Skeletons, fire-pits, witches, cauldrons and Old Nix,
Animals of evil’s calling, tricker-treaters; Hallow’s Eve and ****** grit!
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Pray to Sáeta, Satá, Saturn…
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern
Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Jack-O’ Lantern*
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
.
The night the Veil is thinnest
between the living and the dead.
Samhain eve reverberates darkly,
Worlds hanging by a single thread.
*The Moon is high and midnight approaching,
as she slips from beneath the sheets so warm,
gently placing her wand in the secret drawer,
dressed in her hooded cloak, making for the door.
Barefoot along a path so long and dark,
accompanied by the sounds of insects chirping,
the night songs creeping around her body,
Spirits of the Night smile at her wanton flirting.
Her legs carry her across green meadows
and on through the deep woods to a field,
drawn by hunger to a lonely figure on a hill,
she lets drop her cloak, her nakedness revealed.*
Alone and pinioned, arms extended,
a warning stood upon a mound,
the guardian, a sentinel unbended,
statuesque, and tithed to the ground.
Her voice lifts high above the wind
and soft incantations fall as spells.
The Enchantress sings songs of yearning,
chiming along with Samhains bells.
And the warm midnight air shimmers
as the figure starts to turn to flesh,
reconstruction from the sacred heart,
for her painful memories to redress.
*Thunder rolled, lightening flashed,
as she sank down to her knees,
reaching out to release his manhood,
and the howling wind began to ease.
His responsive flesh quickens with blood,
but not one sound does he make,
as she spies a grin upon his face,
a true sign that he was fully awake.
Lips and tongue work hard to arouse,
so his wand would stand with pride.
She stands up trembling and bending over
reversing a step to take him inside.
The storm rages with wild abandon,
like their frantic mating upon the hill.
Then as conjoined lovers reach ******
the storm is spent, and everything is still.*
And the Spirits of the Night smiled upon her bliss,
at the Enchantress Crossing the Veil of the Abyss.
And with the passing of the storm
the spell died and was no more.
The one thing that her lover left,
her ****** purse filled with straw.
*So smiling at her naughty nights play
she set her feet towards her home,
on this the very darkest of nights,
where both the living and dead roam.
Along the paths and back to her bed,
she giggles manically and starts to sing,
hoping the future reveals her joy,
of what her scarecrow lover may bring.*
Samhain night over, to deep sleep she goes,
and soon Winters Solstice bells will ring,
It is then her dreams will surely know
whether her belly will swell in the Spring.
© Pagan Paul (15/10/17)
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
I wonder what song
was playing in your head
when you suddenly realized
that you were dead.
Shim-sham', shakin' your way
right back into the universe.
And I’m trying, just trying
to follow your breadcrumbs.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
It is fall again,
that time of year
when the veil
between realms thins,
and the dead rise from
the depths of their graves,
to roam our world,
and torment the living.
It's the time of year,
when children fear,
the monster in the closet,
and the boogeyman
under the bed.
It's the time of year,
when werewolves howl
at the full moon,
deep within the dark woods.
Fall is here,
and with it comes the time
for the dearly departed
to resurrect,
and share the world
with the living.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
In the graveyard chapel
With the candle wicks nearly extinguished
Was a black dog who guards the grave of his master
Who's bond to this world is relinquished
Old bones sit in the mausoleum near by
Do the dead ever come back to the land of the living?
Sometimes the dog barks at seemingly nothing
But on Samhain when the divide between the dead and living is so thin
The ghosts of the deceased inhabit their homes again
The faint murmurs of voices heard a long time ago
The dog barks and the ghost light glows
People never seem to believe
Deceived by their own scientific nature
But if you stare into the mirror at Samhain
You can see the image of those who have passed
Maybe heaven or hell is not enough for these spirits to fit in?
Long forgotten souls their grave stones unwritten by time
Eroded away like the decaying of time
Youths flower fades into dust...
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
You take your throne as winter comes,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Secrets rest as the Dead rise up,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
We the Lost who few can see,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
We hear your call of winter winds,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
A fire lit that once was cold,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
On winter winds you find your own,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The year grows nigh as time does stop,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The time has come for cold Misrule,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Gates of Life and Gates of Death,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Flutter open to part the Veil,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Speak to me, oh cold Cold One,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Whom once rode forth all teeth and eyes,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Your time has come, the dice are cast,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Coils of ice and coils of snow,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Serpent form among the trees,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The moving sway of Serpent hips,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Ice Queen sits as Hallow's Eve,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Finds its way to All Hallow's,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Regent sits high in the North,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And know her time has come again,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Hail to you Keeper of the Lost,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Hail to you who brings the tears,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The pale Blue Flame of Winter's Night,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
We know your face and Serpent's Tongue,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The cold Black Altar in the Hall of Stone,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Cutter there before the Black Gates,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Her Black Knife raised to cut the threads,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And Death's wings spread beside the Gates,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
To guide the Living and the Dead,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
For now the Veil is open wide,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Gates are open and swing both ways,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Mighty Dead we praise tonight,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Blessed Dead we call your names,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The pulsing call of Bloodline blood,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The pulsing call of Loreline blood,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The pulsing call of Fateline blood,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Blood does call, it calls to Blood,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Bones do wake and speak once more,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Memory sleeps in sleeping Bones,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And Blood awakens the sleeping Bones,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And quickens now what once was dead,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
On altar top and in the Halls,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
We call you now to come to us,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
To breathe again the breath we breathe,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And speak this night and speak again,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And as the Darkness now recedes,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
The Darkling Twin awaits the Bright,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Misrule reigns and all is Öð,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Öð and odd, and Wyrd and weird,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And may the Hunt now pass us by,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Or may we ride the frightful ride,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
By Winter's Night and crossroad light,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And ghost roads stretch into the night,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And troll roads strange and faerie roads,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
That lead out there between the worlds,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Guide our way with lantern bright,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
We are the Lost, you children tonight,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Toss your dice for us just right,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
And may the year we now head to,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
Find the dreams the Dreamer dreamed,
Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,
This year manifest this next.
~Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, a Hallow poem by Bethany "Lorekeeper" Davis, November 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
Hello old friend
it's time again for flannel shirts
and dead leaves
bitter coffee and cold breezes
jack o' lanterns are our totem
and 4am that knows all our secrets.
its autumn again and the veil is thin
I hope the witching hours Find you well
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC