Summoned by the Invisible

Halloween, the ancient feast of Samhain, believed to be a time when the boundary between the living and the dead thinned,

Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,

For I would ride with you
upon the wind,

Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,

And dance
upon the mountains like a flame.


William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire

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