Crying For Light, For All Hallows and Samhain

Be still, can you hear the drum, the drum
Hear it beat like a heart in the heavy night
Hold on to your soul, for the dead are come
To look to the living for light

Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone
Lavender, lilies, and roses blown

Out of the mist, they come, they come
Through the slip of a stitch in the hazy veil
With their feet all bare, and their faces pale
The dead come, crying for light 

Lavender, lilies, and roses blown
Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone

Out of the past they come, they come
From the shadowy halls of history
From the battlefield, and the hungry sea
The dead come, crying for light

Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone
Lavender, lilies, and roses blown

Out of the earth they come, they come
From the cold of the grave at midnight’s bell
From the harrowing heat of the fires of hell
The dead come, crying for light

Lavender, lilies, and roses blown
Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone

Out of the dark they come, they come
With their winding sheets and their cobweb hair
With their violent curses and innocent prayer
The dead come, crying for light

Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone
Lavender, lilies, and roses blown

Out of their minds they come, they come
Who are lost in the maze of space and time
Who are seeking the grace of a love sublime
The dead come, crying for light

Lavender, lilies, and roses blown
Ashes and sulphur, blood on stone

Be not a-feared when they come, they come
Be as still as you can, and touch them not
Show them the way to the light forgot
Love them, and let them be

Be gone

In to the light they go, they go
To the glow at the end of the tunnel’s gloom
To the source of the scent of the rose’s bloom
In to the light they go

© Gail Foster 30th October 2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Breedt Avatar
January 13, 2017 at 4:46 AM
I wont be gone
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January 13, 2017 at 4:45 AM
I always wanted to write like that. In fact I think you must have stolen it from my mind. Parsley sage rosemary and thyme. The rhyme , the drum the repeats are so hauntingly good.
Krampe Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 12:31 PM
I can't imaging how I missed this when you first posted it - love it! A 7 and fave.
Foster Avatar
December 10, 2016 at 1:21 PM
Thank you, Agnes! Such an atmospheric time of year. When this is read aloud the words 'Be gone' are said in a whisper. All the best to you, Gail
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