One night, so important to me.
The one night of the year
I might see you once more.
Samhain, All Hallow's Eve.
A mystical night,
shrouded in mystery.
I take my jack'o'lantern,
the bread, the apples, the mead,
and to the crossroads I set my feet.
Careful to keep my face hidden,
lest the darker souls see me.
Always a worry,
to be caught
by Unseelie,
or by ghosts.
Tonight tis worse,
the veil easily rent,
able to mingle with those
who once were as we are now.
Will you come?
Or did you say all you wished,
before you left,
before you died?
Each year I make this,
my pilgrimage,
my crusade.
Under the light of the moon,
I sit, waiting on
All Hallow's Eve,
hoping to see your face,
hear your voice,
just one last time.