Digital drawing.

'I will dance
 The dance of dying days
 And sleeping life.

I will dance
 In cold, dead leaves
 A bending, whirling human flame.

I will dance
 As the Horned God rides
 Across the skies.

I will dance
 To the music of His hounds
 Running, baying in chorus.

I will dance
 With the ghosts of those
 Gone before.

I will dance
 Between the sleep of life
 And the dream of death.

I will dance
 On Samhain's dusky eye,
 I will dance.'


- Karen Bergquist, An Autumn Chant