We are creatures
of the light, and the light is dying on All Hallow’s Eve. The nights draw in,
children. Come, gather to the fire. Closer, now. Tuck that blanket in. Hug that
warmth to you. You’ll be glad, soon. So very glad.
The dirge is drumming:
Autumn’s breath is summer’s
Shiver. The cold
creeps up on you. Come, drink a mug of chocolate with me. Warm inside, warm outside,
eh? Gather closer. See, there, the trembling in your mug. That’s the devil’s
footfall outside. Stomping through the autumn leaves, stirring them up in a
cloud, loud and cloven-hoofed.
Winter’s chilling. The blood
Feed the fire. Flames leap
Wood! More wood
now. Keep the fire bright and lively. Hold the dark at bay. Listen. Use the
summer’s dry wood. Don’t put greenwood to the flame. The flames must dance and
the fire must roar, not smoke and hiss and spit.
Smoke that curls, makes a
They’ll open the door, let
the others in.
Don’t sleep. Oh, don’t
sleep, no. The little death. The thief of life. The Sidhe host is waiting. Sleep
now and they’ll take your souls and ride them, crying, high and wide across the
bleak, black night.
Trees are bent to the souls’
The wind is rising, Sidhe
Trust me, the dark
stranger at the feast. You must let me in, feed me. I’m a teller of tales. My
words will keep the night away. Gather closer to the fire, now. Hallow this
eve, make it holy, for the worlds draw close and the veil between grows thin.
Ravens rustle, hedgerows
All grows still, ’fore
E’en awake, they touch
you. They send you dreams and fears, nightmares and hope. Once touched, never
the same. Gather to the fire, children. Every tale ever told, as many as all
the leaves in all the fields, spinning up like the devil, they all press
themselves to you. Shake a sleepy head and they stir, like ravens from the
storm lashed woods, and settle back, whispering into the night.
Now, now, look
into the flames and let the wind be the wind. The day is done, let the storm
come, carry cares away into the deep, dark sky.