Samhain Poem – Primeval Masks


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Enter that doorway to the nether-realm, my face with a mask concealed

The crisp leaves crunch churning under my steps upon a path not yet revealed

The air hangs heavy with looming spirits, roaming gusts of electric static

The dead and gone are not forever forlorn on this night of fear and magic

The fabric to that other world becomes a silken shimmer

Velvet walls in Death’s dark hall are far more than tale and glimmer.

By dawning this mask I may seem to hide my Earthly mortal vissage

Yet my inner beast now shines more true, my primeval power manifested

This entry was posted on October 31, 2014 by . It was filed under All, Celtic, Poetry, Spiritual and was tagged with , , , .

4 responses

  1. meo..... laura

    stupend gaia

    marcello

    October 31, 2014 at 10:44 am

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  2. hocuspocus13

    Reblogged this on hocuspocus13 and commented:
    jinxx xoxo

    October 31, 2014 at 10:50 am

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  3. Syster Synn

    Let me just say WOW – amazing! Thank you for sharing!

    October 31, 2014 at 3:33 pm

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