A poem for Samhuinn.The Dark Night Rides
Across the vexed dusk the Dark Night rides,
His steed the fear of men.
His cloak the veil unto thy sight,
His aroma, a thick palpable air.
Shadow falls and Moon sleeps,
Under her cloud quilted sky.
Wind howls her mournful song,
And lone stars twinkle in glittering vanity.
Rain weeps her sorrows upon the Earth,
In splatters, gulps and torrents.
Thunder cannot grace us with his presence tonight,
He stalks the electric lady.
Bats shriek and silently do I,
By the over powering sense of foreboding.
For what light can pierce this darkness friend?
I prithee, find the morrow.