Hallowed Eve

Upon this day,
This hallowed eve
The pagan gods
Come out to play.
The fairy folk,
The Daoine Sidhe
They make their way
'Cross green hill side.
Danu's people
Have gone away
To deathless lands,
To Tir Nan Og.
The spirits, they
Are about t'night.
Why, oh phouka
Of November, thay
Dread of fruitful
Season's end? Since
Times when wars they
Made, the Firbolg,
Fomorians,
To waste they lay
Their ancient lands.
Tuatha D' Dananns,
Danu's tribe, they,
Ancient heros,
Gods, and kings, came,
Now gone far away.
Now is the time
Of weakened vale.
They celebra'
The feast Samhain,
The new year's birth,
Or so they say.

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