Seamhain

Seamhain is here and Morrigan dances
We sharpen our blades and charge forth
Yelling and whooping for joy
Into the barley, into the grain,
Not battle, but Harvest!
Beginning and End
Then it starts again
Beltaine
Cheering not for hard work
But for celebration
Life and Life's End
Sex and Death
Drunk and Hungover
Spring and Fall
Planting and Harvest
Beginning and

END.

The Darkness

I feel the darkness
creeping into my heart
my soul.
The darkness,
the hungry,
demanding
dark.
It wants to feed
demanding
light
love
LIFE!
Somedays it's hard to resist
I want to feed it,
to give it what it demands
(my life)
It fed again last night
they never understand
always cry suicide
always say,
ask,
scream
WHY?!
I am just trying to feed the dark,
the darkness,
the black night of that insatiable abyss
that wants,
demands,
begs for
(my soul)
food,
sustenance,
life.