Unhallowed Eve

Grady McMurtry

Long ere the Cabel held its sway

Knew we the powers of the Fey

That ruled the ancient, pagan Celt,

Sealbearers of the flayed wolf’s pelt,

Who worshipped to the Gods of Night

And lived to please the runic might

Of forces chained within the Pit

And incarnated Evil’s writ.

We Irish who hold the Cult

Nor care that should our deeds result

Return to Earth on Hallow’s Eves

To leap the Druid Dance of Leaves

Across the blackened, rolling heath

And gather Lilith’s corn’al wreaths

From those who honor ancient lore

With fire, on hills we knew of yore.

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