The Dark

THE DARK

The Dark - is coming
Novembers’ dank, black rain
The Goddess Eiseria’s time has passed once more: no fertile soils, shall we reap or sow,
The dead arisen to mingle with the mortal – on Hallows Eve, so punch the pumpkins poker face,
A neep or mangelwurtzel – Jack ‘O’ Lanterns by the side of bonfires
Burning bright - to fend evil from our door.
Gather your nuts, your fruits and sweet things,
Summer’s ‘death rattle’ bringing cold fresh winds,
To the Dark – it beckons - our sacrificial tokens once offered - to protect and shield us.

Small heads and hands ‘bib’ and ‘bob’ apples, the Trick or Treat – ‘membering Adam’s treachery
The Dark – with west winds to rob the trees of their Autumnal gold,
To decorate the throne of Samhain.
But now, no pagan gods we serve? But, they know too well deceit.
As thy homage - is it not to the might of Mammon?
A plastic Wal-Mart Witches’ Hat or a gaudy goblins mask?
To the paper god indeed we trust? With our heated homes and glower of 60watt light?
Cleverly conned by our duplicity as we think we cheat the seasons whims and rhythms,

And the pagan gods - are never too forgiving. The perennial cycle of death and life;
The seasons in their throes
The Dark, - we cannot trick
The Dark - we cannot treat
–reclaimed unto the night.

Steve Thomas – 31st October 2007.