October 21, 2008

"I will dance the dance of dying days and sleeping life.

I will dance in cold, dead leaves a bending, whirling human flame.

I will dance as the Horned God rides across the skies.

I will dance to the music of His hounds running, baying in chorus.

I will dance with the ghosts of those gone before.

I will dance between the sleep of life and the dream of death.

I will dance on Samhain's dusky eye,
I will dance."  

-  Karen Bergquist, An Autumn Chant