poem by: R. A. Melos ) A Witch’s Words To Her Familiar On Samhain Still your mind, and still your soul, heed the words that make you grow, listen to the winds of the sages, learn the wisdom of the mages, handed down to us from the ages. Time is ours, but only fleeting, hear the wings of eternity beating, soon enough we’ll all be meeting, and each of us merrily greeting. The moon will be full, and round, and bright. And we’ll be wisked away, in the dead of night. To the place we are meant to be, to learn and grow, and maybe see, a spectre of what we should be. Time is ours, frozen, but brief, allowing us to release our grief, to open our hearts and minds once more, and step through the sacred door, of time and space, and futures past, to teach us the spells to cast. So we may once again be free, to live and love and blessed be. So still your mind, and still your soul, and open your heart, and set yourself free, on this Samhain, I challenge thee. Learn the truth from mages old, the truth which was foretold. The time is right, the night is new, we can learn what not to do. Warnings from the great beyond, we’ll heed them or all cry, for lies can no longer be told, when you look me in the eye. I’ve learned a lesson, bold and true, and now there are but a few, who understand the depth of change, and how we all must rearrange, our thinking and goals, for times anew, if the world is to survive, for me and you. We’ve got our work cut out for us, my friend. And we must not fail, before the end, or all will be lost, and fate will be no more, and finally the great beyond, will close the door. Time and space will exist no more, my friend, my familiar, we must work to prevent war. Peace must prevail for ten thousand years, and we must make sure it does. Our souls eternal bond will hold, as our bodies grow old. Fear not the great beyond, my friend, for it is a beginning, not an end. Our work will continue for eternity, until everlasting peace shall set us free. !