A Sahmain Poem
When shadows reign and the land grows cold
The leaves all fall and the nights are long
Gather round your evening fires
And pray you that your halls are strong
For on winter’s wings I ride tonight
Slow I creep in the greenwood’s chill
Damp fingers steal through to chill your skin
And the long dark beleaguers your soul
I have killed the summer flags
I have stolen the harvest
The very daylight I have carried away
And for now you dwell in darkness
And death is my ambassador
Who follows my dark toil
The veil is thin indeed tonight
For this night I harvest souls
Tonight is Sahmain winter’s eve
Tonight when the veil is thin
Witches know the secrets tonight
And let the Wild Hunter in!
I am still the Lady’s consort
‘Tis the Calliech’s wise face
The Crone who is the Lady now
Death is no disgrace
I will lead the Wild Hunt home
Take souls to her waiting arms
To be re-born to the world again
Her gift is within her hands.
Greenman
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