Upon Walpurgis Night we dare to dance
the potent potions serving third eye sight
Black earth beneath bare feet, the ghost’s advance,
as bonfires glitter golden cleansing light.
Ancestors seen (and unseen) in a glance,
they knock the wood of oak and broomstick flight
where bluebells sprout like fingers, risking chance
of transport into faerie’s eerie plight.
The velvet dark, the Pan of necromance,
to shed mundane illusion and all fright.
Hooves hard, the thud and crash of gritty prance,
deep teeth enmeshing blood’s forbidden bite
Here lies the edge and nether world’s expanse
Upon Walpurgis Night we dare to dance.
Walpurgisnacht, the Witches’ Night, is upon us! The veils are thin on this May Eve. Use your power, spells and concoctions to make your deepest dreams come true. Blessed Be.
“WalpurgisNight when the devil was abroad— when graves opened and the dead came forth and walked. When all evil things of earth and air and water held revel.” — from Dracula’s Guest by Bram Stoker.