Samhain Poem – Primeval Masks

Enter that doorway to the nether-realm, my face with a mask concealed

The crisp leaves crunch churning under my steps upon a path not yet revealed

The air hangs heavy with looming spirits, roaming gusts of electric static

The dead and gone are not forever forlorn on this night of fear and magic

The fabric to that other world becomes a silken shimmer

Velvet walls in Death’s dark hall are far more than tale and glimmer.

By dawning this mask I may seem to hide my Earthly mortal vissage

Yet my inner beast now shines more true, my primeval power manifested