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Comment by Zephonith Serpent Woman on November 12, 2014 at 11:33pm

"A twisted tree, upon this Hallowe'en,

Rears branches black and bare against the sky,

The air is chill with presences unseen,

And fallen leaves before us drift and fly.

Steep is the hill, and dark the narrow lane,

And wavering our yellow lantern's glow,

So softly tread the footsteps once again,

To keep our tryst and troth of long ago.

Up through the hanging wood to hill-top ring,

The bank and ditch overgrown with mighty trees,

Therein the gloom the ritual flame we bring,

The witch-fire burning through the centuries.

As it leaps, unto the pipe's thin sound,

And chanted invocation, deep and low,

All hand in hand, we dance the circle round,

As wheeling stars and turning seasons go.

Then halt, and pass the wine-cup round the flames,

The fire's glow reflected in each heart,

As in the wine we pledge the ancient names:

The Old Ones! Merry meet and merry part!"

~ Doreen Valiente