Special Guest

I come,
dressed in garb of priestesses of old
who chanted in groves beneath the moon
with ancient powers of nature born
from each souls reposing in husks
of one mortal flesh to the other

I come,
with wisdom known in whispers
hushed from God of the trinity
ancient more beyond your time
the billows of silk between my ankles
knowing screams of ancient blood

I come,
to the halls of your revelry
to Hallow's Eve toasted to
know you what you have evoked
to grin at death with fear within
for skullman knows no winter

I come,
remembering the culling of weaker beasts
weak to face the death days of winter
blood shrieking in the fields
man with no mercy just weld their knives
and I watching silent but pleased

I come,
to remember the lighted candles
a call to the wandering souls
to come in a while near the hearth
to feel a semblance of warmth
among the beloved living

I come,
dressed as a member of the rings
of ancient dances in secluded sites
our moon wan above our heads
no more sought for soothsaying
semblance of a past unrepeated

I come,
to your revellry.