The Hounds nip at my heels
as I move through the dark
veil of Samhain Night.
I breathe deeply feeling the
pain of sharp teeth and hot
breath as grateful reprieve
comes as winged feet take flight
Soaring and carrying me upward.
Time pulls at my back drawing me
down into a descent of shadow and light
I breathe deeply and feel the strain of
forward momentum gaining speed
and clarity shatters the fetters of illusion.
Thoughts gather and commune in
my mind each measured by scale of
will and intent as the breath of death
and decay swirls around me .
The Hounds nip at my heels
still running at fevered pace
my breath coming in shortened
gasps and heart that beats
like syncopated drumming.
The Hounds nip at my heels
coming closer still until
I offer up my dues and surrender
to the renewal of rebirth
returning to…
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