An Invocation to the Goddess of Samhain

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Underworld Goddess
who comes softly
and gathers up the shadows
of those no longer living
and all of the days
that came brightly. 

You with your wisdom
You with your angels
Your mantle about me
Wings beating softly
Under the earth world
Guide my soul being.
Illuminate with torches
the path to your garden. 

Saturnine Goddess,
innermost spirit memory of ancestors,
altar of repose,
overgrown with bitter herbs, rue and vervain.
Glittering twilight your temple,
a valley of tall yews,
and the mystery of crumbling leaves.
Serpentine urns and trembling thresholds, abandoned places,
repetitive spirals,
wood bane,
and old trees.