Child of the NightThe moon is shining bright,Little child of the night.Just look up at the stars,And let the darkness steal your fright.Run through the forest,And play your little games.Listen to the wind,For it's whispering your name.Swim in the river,Let your spirit fly,You will have no worries,For your soul will never die.Walk into a field,Make a place for fire,Get a little spark,And watch the flames grow higher.Now lay your head and rest,For now the time is right,To let your dreams take flight,Little Child of the Night.... --LV
Under the Samhain MoonThe October winds are blowing;whistling, sweeping, growing.It blows up as leaves fall down;under the Samhain moon they dance around.The flurries of orange and flashes of red;the streaks of brown where feet once tredon the abandoned field of harvest's past;under the Samhain moon where the wind flies fast.The veil now inches apart,loved ones return with merry heart.Ancestor's spirits from slumber awaken.Under the Samhain moon the earth is shaken.The time of feast, the time of dance,the time spirits awaken from trance,the time of harvest's end, the time when spirits stray,and under the Samhain moon, it's the time we pray.
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