Azhdaya's Laire

Sahmain

I call to you ancient ones,

The spirits of the dead.

The time has come once again,

The veil is but a thread.

Bring to me your messages,

My circle is now open.

I welcome you and honor you,

My blessings have been spoken.

O beloved Pan,

Guardian of the dead.

Embrace each soul with open arms

And bring them safely to your stead.

I light a candle on my sill

A beacon burning bright.

To show the way to Summerland

On this sacred night.

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Sahmain © Patricia Mills 2005