"Happy what??" - you're asking? Quite simple!
Hallowmas, also known as the Triduum of All Hallows (Triduum of All Saints), is the triduum encompassing the Western Christian observances of All Hallows' Eve (Hallowe'en), All Saints' Day (All Hallows) and All Souls' Day.
It lasts from October 31 to November 2 annually. Hallowmas is a time to remember the dead, including martyrs, saints and all faithful departed Christians.
Dia De Los Muertos
The Witching HourA chill swept through the air. It was dark. Midnight. The forest was silent, every pair of small eyes turned to a tiny stone house in the middle of a perfectly round clearing.
From the door of this small house stepped a tall young woman. Her black dress clung to her, accentuating her curves. The sharp features of her face were as warm and fluid as they were cold and hard; a balance achieved only by the practice of Magick.
Her dark purple eyes swent the forest.
"Arise and take flight!" She called, her hands outstretched.
Every living being within five miles of that tiny stone house fled. Many who were injured found their wounds gone- healed by the touch of magick that came from the woman.
You feel that same urge to flee strike you, but your grip on the tree is strong. You manage to stay, to watch the mysterious Witch.
"May any eyes that linger here,
Not turn away because of fear.
But let them stay and know not why,
With not a sound or fearful cry."
The Witch's words froze you in place.
SamhainThe shadows dancing upon the pond,
Their lights like floating embers;
The message has come at last,
Like it has for many winters.
The flames are burning deep within,
Their ashes of days long past;
The harvest has finally come,
To free us all at last.
The cleansing purity of it all,
The spirits so nearby too;
With such a desperate call,
We know what we will do.
The hour is late and here we are,
The cards to show our fate;
Samhain has come yet again,
We must not let it wait.
A Bizarre HalloweenA Bizarre Halloween
Floating in the dark, starless night
Are luminous eyes with a mysterious stare
Their unblinking gaze sends chills up my spine
This black cat is giving me quite a scare!
He followed me all the way from school
I tried to shake him off my trail
But every time I turned around
He was still behind me, waving his tail!
I ran with my backpack thumping behind me
My footsteps loud as thunder, striking the ground
My heart was pumping and racing inside me
Yet the cat still followed me, not making a sound
It was the hour when the sky turned dark
That I realized I was hopelessly lost
Running like that was very foolish
And, oh! What a price it had cost!
With my backpack alone to protect me
I am stuck on an unknown street
While kids run up to strangers' doors
And all scream 'TRICK-OR-TREAT'!
The glow-in-the-dark jack-o-lanterns
Are starting to look quite sinister
So I get up and ring a doorbell and
Gather all courage I can administer
Before long, thanks to a stranger
I'm at the fro
HarbingerI have no doubt my lady rides
Upon a steed whose coursing strides
Carry her through the Hallowed eventide.
Dressed in cloaks of gold and wine,
Beneath her hood a crown of fine
Gold filigree crowns her auburn hair.
Her steed is black as the eve it rides,
Lantern glows light yellow eyes,
His hulking form moves silently through the wood.
The crows soar, swooping, in her wake,
Their onyx wings her path forsake.
The raucous calls herald her advent.
Leaves of fire bedeck the boughs,
The tongues of flame the branch enshroud.
They light the dimming dusk.
Fog slithers through the litter brown,
A white, ghostly glass o'er the ground
That shatters with the pound of tramping hooves.
Behind her a harvest moon does rise,
And lights the way for her charcoal eyes.
Light allows her passage safe.
From the woods they burst upon
The meadow bathed in moonlight dawn.
She urges her steed faster through the gloom.
Mistress of this holy eve,
She is the one who turned the leaves
It is she who gives magyk to thi
Season of the WitchShe had been cast away from the village on the accusation of witchcraft, something that wasn't entirely true. Elinor had a connection with the spirits, but she never used that connection to perform evil things on others, even if she was tempted from time to time. She only used such powers for good.
Because Elinor had no access to the village, she had no doctor. So when the time came for her to give birth, she knew she had to do it alone.
In the cave she now called home, Elinor agonized over the pain. She knew her time was getting close; being a girl of only twenty-one, she hadn't witnessed many births in her community to know what she was doing.
"Spirits!" she cried, "thou hath always been good to thee. Please, help!"
It didn't matter to Elinor that her connection to these spirits had cost her family, friends, and a safe place to raise her baby. She needed someone on her side, and these spirits were all she had.
In an instant, Elinor felt comfort. She didn't know what was happening, bu
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filled with dreams galore.
She sees the world as though it were but a toy,
for her to play with as she wills it.
Sunshine and joy,
is all that she sees.
Is all that I saw.
Travels take her far from home.
Interesting people she meets,
Far and wide did I travel, searching.
A witch lives in this town,
was the whispers she heard.
A witch that will eat at your bones,
suck the marrow from your eyes in glee,
the townspeople said.
A witch, sparked my undying curiosity.
She went, the little girl full of dreams.
To see the witch,
confront her dreams.
A house down a lane,
a forest in the shade.
A woman at the door beacons her closer.
And forward I did walk, never to return.
Sit dearie sit, said the witch of old.
Sit the dear girl did,
looking in wonderment.
Why do you come,
when so many stay away?
Asks the witch of old.
The little girl answered, in her soft tones.
I answered, the witch of old.
I come to know.
And know you shall my dear, know you shall.
Like a br
Witch's BrewThe cauldron sits,
Atop the fire,
All your desires.
The magic stews,
A witchs' brew,
To suit the tastes,
Of one like you.
A kiss to suit,
The maiden fair,
And for the king,
Is gold so rare,
To a person's eye,
A beautiful cry,
Of love once lost
But now found,
And to one soul,
It now is bound.
Step up, my pretty,
And taste this brew,
And see what it,
Will do to you.
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