On Hallowmas Eve, ere ye boune to rest,
Ever beware that your couch be blest;
Sign it with cross and sain it with bread,
Sing the Ave and the Creed.
For on Hallowmas Eve, the Night Hag shall ride
And all her nine-fold sweeping on by Her side,
Whether the wind sing lowly or loud,
Stealing through moonshine or swathed in cloud.
He that dare sit in St. Swithin's Chair,
When the Night Hag wings the troubled air,
Questions three, when he speaks the spell,
He must ask and She must tell.
I give great thanks this season of the Thinning of the Veils, for yer friendship, love and yer mere existence. Have a Wonderful and Soulfully Magic Samhain
~love and hugs Gwen~
Greetings to you Lord Friday. I've missed you out and about and hope that you and your mate are getting situated in your new home. I found this picture called Highland Warriors, by Christophe Vacher and thought you might enjoy it. Good to have you back on again.
Aye Lord Friday, like two peas in a pod we are. I especially liked yer discussion on the current state of the union (of America). Here's hoping that yer move goes smooth and that you'll be back on-line soon. Take care to you and your family.