In the twilight of the year, when the veil grows thin, The spirits of old whisper, and the magic begins. From the mists of Tir na nÓg, they come to our land, Guided by the Morrígan’s shadowy hand.
Cernunnos, the horned one, roams the ancient wood, Guarding the secrets where the oak trees stood. Brigid’s flame flickers, a beacon in the night, Leading souls safely through the Samhain light.
The Banshee’s wail echoes, a mournful, eerie song, Foretelling the fate of those who won’t belong. Yet in the hearth’s warm glow, tales of heroes are spun, Of Cú Chulainn’s valor and deeds bravely done.
As the Púca rides wild on the winds of the west, We honor our ancestors, their spirits at rest. With offerings of apples and the harvest’s best fare, We welcome the unseen with reverence and care.
So gather ’round the fire, let the stories unfold, Of gods and of legends, of times dark and bold. For on this Samhain night, as the old year departs, We embrace the mysteries that dwell in our hearts.
©2024 Marcus Hazel-McGown.
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Hi I am Marcus, MM0ZIF, a licenced Radio Amateur, Doctor of Musicology, amateur weather enthusiast. I over the years have been a Amateur Radio Tutor, Examiner, and a Regional Manager for the Radio Society of Great Britain.
This site is dedicated more towards Amateur Radio and Weather, with an angle on Technology too. I also maintain https://havenswell.com/ which is my other blog which is more aimed at cooking, hobbies and life in general as well as businness and networking.
