Lord of Darkness at Samhain
Tonight we call into the well of night.
We call the wildness of the void,
Asking that acceptance overcome us
For life is immortal only because life must die
Cernuous, master of the hunt that takes us all
And has taken all. He is with us here. He is behind us. He surrounds us.
His call comes but is distant. It rises from the shadows and waits.
Night takes back all gifts. The night banishes the world.
He is the night.
As the night he is with us. He is behind us. He surrounds us.
His call comes but is distant. It rises in the shadows and waits.
His patience thins with time.
He is the predator of all. He is the end of hunger.
Stop. Listen. Wait for the voice of the night.
It is a quiet voice, the voice of the grave, the voice in the void.
Stop. Look. Look for what dwells in darkness.
He is the shadow the leaps and jumps in the air.
He comes.
“I am the horned one. The left -handed reaper. Keeper of the ram horned serpent.
It is I who dance at the end
It is I who lie at the feet of the Goddess
Where I die with one last kiss, only to be reborn as child
In never-ending play of death and rebirth.
I am the shadow that stalks the sun. Be ready. Be warned.”
Our answer catches.