Dancing With The Moon All Hallows Eve ⚰️🦇

Dancing With The Moon!

Hades and I gambol with Lady Luna this night.
The Boneyard of Lost Souls conducts our All Hallows Eve.
Moss covered tombstones of ancient days stand faithful watch,
as a coven of winged harbingers cloak moon’s aura.

The Grim Reaper wields bow of death honed by fallen stars.
As haunting strains summon forth howling winds of fury,
the ominous sound energizes our Dance of Death.
Entwined we are in the arms of dirge’s deep trances.

Massive iron gates swing wide and crash like cymbals,
setting the tempo for our casting of dark curses.
With each step we issue a call for the dead to rise,
as the veil ‘tween life and death thins this October night.

Under our spell, tombs heave open, and the dead come forth.
We command them to join our frolic ‘neath midnight skies.
They may spend but one eve each year to cavort with us.
The rising sun sends them scurrying back to their graves.

The Lord of Death returns to the Underworld in haste.
The Grim Reaper sheathes his bow and lays down his cello.
Our caper beneath the infinite cosmos concludes.
Nocturnal haunting ended, free am I to take leave.

I prepare to execute curses set forth this night.
Gathered are herbs and poison to season my cauldron.
As the melody plays yet in my witch’s ambit,
I vow to dance with Lady Luna another eve.

Sheila Bowyer Kline