In Samhain's Embrace

'Neath Samhain's moon, my Wild Queen doth appear,
In white she's clad, dispelling mortal fear.
The hunter riseth in yon night's expanse,
Across the Milky Way, stars in their dance.

The Bear doth slumber deep beneath the earth,
Listening to trees' tales of ancient birth.
In October's grip, Coyote and Datura bloom,
Adorn her sacred altar, dispelling darksome gloom.

Now she beckoneth me 'neath starry night's sphere,
To join her dance, release earthly fear.
With dry petals aflame, their scent in the breeze,
My Wild Queen in white, 'neath ancient trees.

Like hawthorn, yet none of its earthly heat,
The petals shimmer 'neath the moon's gentle feat.
Not sunlight on water, but snow's radiant glow,
Narcotic in the crisp air, where dreams softly flow.

I bend close to the burning flowers' flame,
Inhaling deeply, my soul's never the same.
In her realm of white, where dreams are spun,
I'm captivated by winter's radiant sun.