of yew sewn sinew...

Roll back the sod with tongue 

For the ghosts of Sauin come 

The old black dog of omens taught 

Down a dirty road of headstones --flourished 

Let's sing a serenade 

By turnip with lantern flame 

Bearing light for the hearthen fire 

Twig & Sprite ignite ne'er the eyes of Púca 

Salted circle, sealed with balance, 

Drawn away by ghoul-fed malice 

Iris heaps bloom orchid sleep 

A burial gown in repose for honor 

A broken wish once wanted 

Departed dearly as a hopeful promise 

'Til the end, it proliferates 

Sworn by life -- that was a known to count on 

At sundown: table set 

Thinning Veil, --our house is haunted 

Communing with those other realms 

Ov the dying dreams once learned to lean on 

Caressed, the ever nite 

Beaming bold blue Nyxful sky 

Showered every day in woe 

By the comet tossing funerary flowers 

... That • We • Mourn ... 

When asking, Artemis for favor 

Under harvest moon plucked scythen fields 

That Demeter's bereft once labored 

Sanguine, of the ember stones 

The sounding mumming of the tabor, 

Feasting with a skeletal grin 

On memories missed that were savored 

Mulling scents that autumn hinted 

Through the knocking at our door, 

Ring a cider'd bite -- on the wind of geist 

Rushing leaves against the boards 

If Death need dance by the Elysian well 

Invite the shroud to flyte and spin, 

For if the reaper is waltzing through 

Greet the greatest love that comes with it