Twas the evening of Samhain
Twas the evening of Samhain
By Cathor Steincamp
'Twas the evening of Samhain, and all through the place were pagans preparing the ritual space.
The candles were set in the corners with care, in hopes that the Watchtowers soon would be there.
We all had our robes on (as is habitual)
and had just settled down and were starting our ritual when out on the porch there arose such a chorus that we went to the door, and waiting there for us were children in costumes of various kinds with visions of chocolate bright in their minds.
In all of our workings, we'd almost forgot, but we had purchased candy (we'd purchased a LOT), And so, as they flocked from all over the street, they all got some chocolate or something else sweet.
We didn't think twice of delaying our rite, Kids just don't have this much fun every night.
For hours they came, with the time-honored schtick of giving a choice: a treat or a trick.
As is proper, the parents were there for the games, Watching the children and calling their names.
"On Vader, On Leia, On Dexter and DeeDee, On Xena, on Buffy, Casper and Tweety!
To the block of apartments on the neighboring road; You'll get so much candy, you'll have to be TOWED!"
The volume of children eventually dropped, and as it grew darker, it finally stopped.
But as we prepared to return to our rite, One child more stepped out of the night.
She couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen.
Her hair was deep red, and her robe, forest green with a simple gold cord tying off at the waist.
She'd a staff in her hand and a smile on her face.
No make-up, nor mask, or accompanying kitsch, so we asked who she was; she replied "I'm a witch.
And no, I don't fly through the sky on my broom; I only use that thing for cleaning my room.
My magical powers aren't really that neat, but I won't threaten tricks; I'll just ask for a treat."
We found it refreshing, so we gave incense cones, A candle, a crystal, a few other stones, And the rest of the candy (which might fill a van).
She turned to her father (a man dressed as Pan)
and laughed, "Yes, I know, Dad, it's past time for bed,"
and started to leave, but she first turned and said "I'm sorry for further delaying your rite.
Blessed Samhain to all, and a magical night."
By Cathor Steincamp
'Twas the evening of Samhain, and all through the place were pagans preparing the ritual space.
The candles were set in the corners with care, in hopes that the Watchtowers soon would be there.
We all had our robes on (as is habitual)
and had just settled down and were starting our ritual when out on the porch there arose such a chorus that we went to the door, and waiting there for us were children in costumes of various kinds with visions of chocolate bright in their minds.
In all of our workings, we'd almost forgot, but we had purchased candy (we'd purchased a LOT), And so, as they flocked from all over the street, they all got some chocolate or something else sweet.
We didn't think twice of delaying our rite, Kids just don't have this much fun every night.
For hours they came, with the time-honored schtick of giving a choice: a treat or a trick.
As is proper, the parents were there for the games, Watching the children and calling their names.
"On Vader, On Leia, On Dexter and DeeDee, On Xena, on Buffy, Casper and Tweety!
To the block of apartments on the neighboring road; You'll get so much candy, you'll have to be TOWED!"
The volume of children eventually dropped, and as it grew darker, it finally stopped.
But as we prepared to return to our rite, One child more stepped out of the night.
She couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen.
Her hair was deep red, and her robe, forest green with a simple gold cord tying off at the waist.
She'd a staff in her hand and a smile on her face.
No make-up, nor mask, or accompanying kitsch, so we asked who she was; she replied "I'm a witch.
And no, I don't fly through the sky on my broom; I only use that thing for cleaning my room.
My magical powers aren't really that neat, but I won't threaten tricks; I'll just ask for a treat."
We found it refreshing, so we gave incense cones, A candle, a crystal, a few other stones, And the rest of the candy (which might fill a van).
She turned to her father (a man dressed as Pan)
and laughed, "Yes, I know, Dad, it's past time for bed,"
and started to leave, but she first turned and said "I'm sorry for further delaying your rite.
Blessed Samhain to all, and a magical night."
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T'was The Night Before Samhain
'T'was the night before Samhain and all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring except for my spouse.
The incense it burned in his Cauldron so black,
For witchcraft and magic he'd a wondrous knack.
The circle was drawn with the athame of power,
The guardians were called to each quarter tower.
The Lord and the Lady attended our rite,
In wonder and glory and power and might.
The dearly departed came as our guest,
To live once again after their rest.
We bid them goodbye with a tear in our eye,
Such a lovely presence of loved ones so nigh.
The candles danced in the flickering light.
With the Great Rite we bid them all a good night.
The guardians thanked, have all sped away.
The Lord and the Lady, thanks for the day.
The night before Samhain, Gods Bless this house.
A circle of wonder 'round me and my spouse.
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