Destroyer and Begetter

crimson4SAMHAIN SONG
by  Leigh Ann Hussey

Waken you eldest ones, eldest in power,
Born in the ancient dark, e’er the first hour

WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!
WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!

See where the Lady comes, chanting and keening,
Called by the harvest bell, called to the Gleaning

WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!
WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!

Black all Her ragged clothes, hair long and streaming!
She comes with sickle sharp, glinting and gleaming!

WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!
WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!

Quickly She cuts away, cuts to the bare bone,
Hers is the oaken flail, Hers is the grindstone!

WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!
WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!

Hers is the boiling vat, Change is Her brewing,
She is Creation, and She is Undoing!

WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!
WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!

Dark is Her piercing eye, She sees what’s hidden,
Spirits of Earth and Air act at Her bidding!

WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!
WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!

See! comes the Horned One, baying and swearing,
Called by the hunting horn, called to the harrying,

WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!
WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!

Rank is his garb of hides, hair wild and flying,
He comes with oaken Spear, and pack a crying!

WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!
WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!

Swiftly he rides in hunt, he never tires,
His is the flint knife, His is the Fire!

WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!
WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!

His is the pounding heart, Night is His Fetter,
He is Destroyer, and He is Begetter!

WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!
WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!

Dark is His antlered Head, shadows surround Him!
Spirits of field and wood revel around Him!

WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!
WAKEN WITHIN AND AROUND US!

The kindling of the Samhain fires is a moment deeply to be cherished in the life of the Witch.  The dark flames, signalling the fall of Night upon the Year that is passing, are the natural counterpoint to the joyous bonfire of Beltane and the joyous rutting in the fields by the light of those exalting fires. There is at times a deep serenity in the shimmering of the orange and black shadows over the eldritch scene of the Samhain sabbat.  Witches see in such things intimations of the ineffable Mysteries of Death and Rebirth.  There is a wildness to the rites and a fierce glorying in the Powers that come to their fullness in this great holy Tide of the Year.

Faster and faster whirl the shadowed figures of the Dancers, as the Year turns to its ordained End.  Yet in this ending lies a new beginning.  He is Destroyer, and He is Begetter.6728cecc57ee08d71629ee7d7b5bde16-l

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