Time of life, Time of death , Time of rebirth.
Time of dark night, the moon shining bright, the bonfires ignite, welcoming the pagan rite.
Time the wheel of the year turns again, to summers end, "Samhain" .
Time the harvest brought home to the hearth, away from winters bleak path.
Time the hearths are all lit, kindled by the sacred bonfire pit. As the light gives way to night, the winter returns with all it's might.
Time of Herne god of the wild hunt, lord of woodland and vegetation, he sacrifices himself once more without any hesitation.
Time of the Cerridwen, aspect the crone, who guides us through death and this life's milestone.
Time now of ancestors and spirits, for the veil of the realms is thin and sleek, for those of you who dare and deem to peak.
Time of offerings to the dead, as they pass on the journey they tread.
Time of candles glowing bright, to abate the beings of the night.
Time of life, Time of death, Time of rebirth.
Penelope Leyson Young