Celtic Lunar Sacrifice

CELTIC LUNAR SACRIFICE That night, the dead, rose up into the dark of night, to make their way led by the Druids' burning light; there's buried many soul they chained and bound deep in the mother earth, their mournful sound is wailing through the dark of this, their dreaded night. The bonfires burned and brightly through the land of Gaul the dead of plants, and dying life, they burned them all as sacrifice to help ones through the cold of coming months of misery untold but prophesied to be, throughout the land of Gaul. And there beneath the Celtic moon to lead them on all madness of the times prevailed from dark to dawn The mid of ev'nin brought the earthly fear of death to all who looked--their death was near, a blessing that would keep the others living on. And so the lord of death would pass them by that night they stretched some maiden's arms, and bound them tight, who might have shown a bit too much desire and set their souls adrift that night a'fire, and some say we still hear them screaming out tonight. © Ron Wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet