Samhain

When the green knight holds the red moon high
And the autumn sky is silv'ry clear
The fires burn with smokey sigh
And cornstalks led their heavy ears
The leaves float down like crimson tears
Unto points of grass, by rimefrost held
Like blades of tiny argent spears
Til' heat from fires sees them felled
These fires stand, to each a side
Their heat will warm the bodes numb
Around them leaf-clad revelers glide
To the beat of the hungry, darkling drums
Held hight, the frothing clouds aride
As four shapes shouded all in white
Bring tithe 'twixt fires with solemn pride
And brave the strange and savage night
A cheer goes up as they return
Tonight the harvest's finally done
We'll leap and spin as the fires burn
Til' our singing wakes the sleeping Sun