'tis October, the season
of pumpkins and cats
the sisters gather their
brooms and black hats
the veil is thin
for souls who've crossed
a time to reunite
with those we've lost
let us dance around the fire
as darkness falls
'tis the season of the sorcerer
and the Witches' Ball
Nary, Nary, I dare not tarry to find my own way home.
Through the wood and bramble berry, I walk this path alone.
Unto the stars, my eyes do linger
and to the moon, I stretch a finger
and call upon the goddess above
to shine her light on truth and love.
High aloft a zephyr blows
and the goddess speaks of all she knows.
“My darling, darling, daring girl
who dares to step beyond her world,
to truth and love each path does lead,
each path a lesson in which to heed.
Walk in the knowing as life unfolds
each truth revealed, avows your soul.
Your mortal life, confined to seasons,
live it fully, search not for reasons!
March on dear girl, through wood and berry.
Trust the way, lest you tarry!”