Veils stretch thin as skies grow dark,
Two Skies,
Two Worlds,
One Soul.
I step between Here and Beyond,
Two Worlds,
The Hunt,
His Call.
My Father Herne, He Calls to Me,
The Cwn Annwn run WILD.
No fear,
A native forest's heart--
Raw Underworldly Child.
With Moon above
Through molting trees,
I cry a core-born
HOWL--
Collecting souls
Of long since past,
And through the forest, prowl.
And thus,
She hands
The Earth to He,
To rule
The Dark of Moons.
The Horn holds dormant
Corn and Grain,
The Cycle is Reborn.
A contest entry
- Celebrate Samhain not just Halloween? by Amunet Wolfbane.
1050 points, ended November 5, 2008, 4 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I feel the ritual commence in this piece. It is very well done and I like the whole tone if it as I read it aloud. The images that roll through my mind are quite vivid and captivating. Wondefully penned
Blessed Samhain
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