Nox at Samhain

Consider the dark path,

The lessons of decay, of death, of night.

They call to us as we call to them.

Just as the light and warmth bless us

The dark lessons give us fear, and balance.

She is the Goddess of the Dark

Who owns the crossroads

And is the mother of the tomb

Tonight we hear her voice

Smell the wind from her gates.

Her words come to us

As whispers that fade with the sun.

All decays and passes

From this life to the next.

As the tide ebbs and returns,

As the blossom fades and falls,

As the blood cools and hardens,

As decline comes with every new birth,

She gives us the courage to face her truths

And the wisdom to know we cannot escape them.