Happy Samhain

In the heart of Autumn's embered blaze,
A hollow whisper speaks of ancient days,
When spirits thrummed in twilight's dusky haze,
Upon the eve of Samhain, they say.

A time of veil, where boundaries blur,
When past and present in tandem stir,
To honour ancestors, their stories confer,
On the hallowed night of Samhain's purr.

Feel the chill of the biting wind,
In its gust, the whispers of the unconfined.
The echo of the forgotten, in your mind,
Awakens in the call of Samhain, you'll find.

In the crackling fire's effulgent glow,
In the harvest moon's spectral show,
Lie secrets that only the night may know,
Within the temple of Samhain's shadow.

Where echoing laughter meets solemn silence,
And ancient rites fuse with modern science.
In this realm of spectral compliance,
Samhain whispers of life's timeless alliance.

So gather around the bonfire's dance,
In reverence of the transient trance,
Of life, death, and the in-between expanse,
In the magnificent ballad of Samhain's chance.

Underneath the starlit canopy,
Where time intertwines in a spectral symphony,
Remember the past, embrace the mystery,
In the luminous script of Samhain's history.