Samhain

Thin from underworlds.
Lead through green archways and groves.
To our houses to our bed.
Sleepy whispers from the dead.

...Do not fear us we are kin.
Memories with us we do bring.
Greet us now with word and song.
Show us that we do belong.

Remember us for we have gone.
To the land of ancestors song.
Halls are high and strung with gold.
Where sleepy fey sing their song.