The time was "Shamhain."
For the Celtic fest.
Where the boundaries blurred;
Of the living and dead.
As some souls were thought-
To never rest.
"All-Hallowmas."
Bon-fires burning bright.
Sacrifice of crops and beasts.
With the Druids,
On this night.
Evolution has gone Souling.
All the Saints and Souls,
Have their day.
A soul cake given,
Then, for the dead,
They pray.
Kids,
Candy,
Costumes-
The evolution,
goes on.
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moses lee