hail hail hail
blessed daughters
of the moonbeams
cascading through
wispy clouds as
the tenebrae
begins to weaken
the lost souls
seeking closure
hollow spirits
bereft of warmth
watching for a tear
to slip into this
realm of possibilities
the rustling leaves
a morose farewell
as the land slipslipslips
into ever lengthening night

a ring of salt
a silvery bell
a chalice tarnished
filled with tears
to hecate we cry
as samhain assumes
its chilled domain
we shall embrace
dream’s dreary demise
to awaken once more
in spring’s embrace