When the Moon and the Earth Collide into the Sun - Striborg

Widdershins, death begins

To fashion fete to gallow scenes:

Sprits rising to discredit rebirth

In the Samhain mist

We lay in welcome by the western gate

With the five fold kiss

For every soul returning

From the fecund abyss

Where nature’s travesties congregate

With a stone cold wish

To see the wicker man burning

The wind, she flitters

Through the forest of our hearts:

Wreathed in leaves

As she weaves her witchcraft

We breathe, enamoured

Of the conquering dark!