| Midnight's light |
| A grand perception Night's luminescence is cast To even the darkest corner Now Zerohour has come Oidhche Shamhna begins The Midnight sun is high The longest dusk is cast Their souls be seen In the midnight sun Let them stir And make their way No harm may come to pass Saman be pleased |
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| This was written to be used in another story I'm writing. Not really a poem but just something for people to peruse. |
| Written on Oct 31, 2004 |
| I wrote this as a view from someone who might have been around when Halloween was first created. |