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Tonight we dance for Ulcharam,
We decry his fierce magicks
Magicks of powder
Magicks of shielding night
We dancies the owl's dance
Tonight we dance with the dead,
We take their rotting paws in ours
And swing them to and fro
And whisper to them like lovers
We singsies the owl's song
Tonight we drink to the honoured
We down the hallowed brew
Jump up with a shout
Jump like the 'seidh from the moon to the land
We howlsies the owl's call
TONIGHT THE DEAD WALK!!
How's everyone's Haloween going, then? I was going to dress up as a hunchback, but lack of trickertreaters made me decide to forgo.
The Golden Darkness
Niirus Tinenetuwar
"In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God."-Stephen Braveheart



