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The Spirit's Dance
Dark is the night of November Eve,
As the Samhain rites begin.
The spirits step forth from the world beyond,
This night when the veil is thin.
Coming through from the Land of Shadows,
Waking up from the World of Dreams,
Joining hands with the Children of Midnight,
As the Moonlit lantern gleams.
Drifting free in the winds of Heaven,
Chanting words in an ancient tongue,
Dancing light to the music of fairies,
As the sacred prayer is sung.
Calling forth the Horned Hunter,
Joining hands with the Spirits of Light,
Greeting the reign of the Winter King,
On this dark and windy night!
—Diana Haronis | 
