WILD TIMES
Now we come to the Dark Times
To those wild and weirding nights
When the keen wind howls round the rooftops
And shrieking bats take flight.
Now is the time when the Trickster,
Unhindered, struts down our dark streets
Setting the dogs wildly barking
And challenging each soul It meets.
Now is the time when we nervous folk gather
To welcome those Others who come,
Drawn forth from darkness towards warmth & life,
To share a last meal in our home.
These are the times when Time stands still;
These are the dark days and nights of Misrule;
When King become subject, black becomes white,
And the Wise One becomes the Fool.
Jihana/for Samhain 2004

