The Magickal Pen

The Hounds nip at my heelsas I move through the darkveil of Samhain Night.

I breathe deeply feeling thepain of sharp teeth and hotbreath as grateful reprievecomes as winged feet take flightSoaring and carrying me upward.

Time pulls at my back drawing medown into a descent of shadow and lightI breathe deeply and feel the strain offorward momentum gaining speedand 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…