Celebration of the Stag
By: SalemWitchChild, Oct. 2007
Autumn time and we all dance to the chime.
Fires burn and hearts sublime.
Goddess sleeps and God now reigns.
Leaves sing a tune that sustains.
Harvest moon bright and soaring.
Under her light now we're mourning.
For our ancestors we sing a spritely tune,
Gather 'round for the feast of the hunters moon.
For our ancestors we sing a spritely tune,
Gather 'round for the feast of the hunters moon.
The stag is here to lead our games.
"It's Samhain time", the stag exclaims.
Honor ourselves, ancestors, and everyone.
May all our days be blessed and with light.
For our God is here this night.
