The Darkest Night
Has come around
The bay of Hounds
The only sound
As star-white steeds
Race through the wind
And branches rattle
And dry leaves spin.
Flashing silver
Pierces the moon
Swords held high
Against the gloom.
Wheels of fire
Roll on by
Shields are raised
Against the sky.
Gwynn ap Nudd
In white and red
Heads the Hunt
Of Ancient Dead.
Into the realm
Of darkened light
His mighty Band
In swift flight.
Night holds both
Beginning and end
The wheel has come
Full circle again.
Sigil and omen
Flare into sight
Spirits spin
a dangerous plight.
Dark Wild Hunters
Racing the year
Time stands still
Past and future appear
Embedded within
The dark and the light
Bound together again
On Samhain Night.
(copyright Wren Walker 2010)
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