**Samhain Nights**
When Samhain’s mist rolls thick and near,
I feel the thinning of the veil—
the hush of leaves, the crisp night air,
whispers that old ghosts regale.
Candles flicker on the sill,
a glow for those who’ve gone before;
I welcome them with quiet will,
as wind sweeps leaves across the floor.
I hear the voices, soft and low,
a thread that weaves through fading light.
They tell of seasons’ steady flow,
of shadows deep and stars so bright.
Tonight, I gather what’s been lost,
their memories warm against the cold.
In darkened skies, a life recrossed,
an ancient story retold.
Samhain nights bring death and birth,
a time to mourn, a time to grow.
Through roots that sleep within the earth,
our past and future gently sow.
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