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The Suppression Of Samhain
A Verse For All Hallows Eve
Turn off the lights of modernity and light fast those candles of waxing time
For the night is almost upon us and visitors from another realm are closing in, to feast upon the succulent souls of the damned
and the deniers and the mockers and the ancient fools who worship the One God
Beware the knock upon your door or cold visitation chilling the spines of those trapped in fear of foul emanations
And those who stupidly cast aspersions upon the return of the dead
in its annual and ancient cathartic celebration of Samhein
Ancient mariners once divined the passageways of mortal man into
and across the realms of the liminal
A sea of partition between the Lands of Men and the Lands of Death
Where the dead do walk. For infinity. With respite only for a night when they can return to the mortal realm
Returning to their loved ones or returning for other vengeful purposes
And whisper predictions of future times to a chosen few
Who are then hunted by righteous men with ill-purpose and deathly ambitions for them
