With Blessings of Samhain
As Witches fly across the moon,
The black cats sing a howling tune.
Spirits dance in the night so fare,
As magick and wonder fill the air.
Dazzling colors from the Autumn leafs fall,
As the sweet aroma of the night winds call.
Crisp in the air unseen changes draw near,
Secrets once hidden in whispers too hear.
The sky is overflowing with a purple hue,
As Balefires are readied with oak and yew.
Thirteen stones in a circle round,
Sheltering those upon this sacred ground.
Our Alter prepared is set beyond time,
With apples, gourds, sweet bread and wine.
The cauldron placed on the flames as they rise,
The wheel now turns as the old year dies.
Herbs of Mugwort, Sage, and Spice,
Cast into the flames as the sparks doth rise.
Dancing above they merge with the stars,
While spirits all-around us join from afar.
Our energies dance as soon they take flight,
To join with souls calling from darkness night.
In dreams they summon us unto them come,
Until the dawning of the morning sun.
Our Lord stands like the mightiest oak,
While in words of magick we call and invoke.
The Moon is summon as the Queen enters in,
We beacon Her come to this ritual of years end,
The veils are lifted and time is like shifting sand.
Across the fields and thought the Summerlands.
Upon this night, gentle souls touch our hearts,
In loving memories shared again they depart.
We do not grieve with the ending of this night,
For the circle of life turns and love becomes light.
Magick is all around us, if we choose to see.
With Blessings of Samhain, so mote it shall be.
By; Lady Abigail
High Priestess Ravensgrove Coven
Orlando Florida Area
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