Samhain Dance

Beneath the moon of fair Samhain
there dances wild the Faerie Queen.
In rings conjured on sweet Beltane
they dance sacred, dance profane.

And magic lights around the knoll
swirl, and dip, and thrill the soul:
and banshee music wild and sweet
gives rhythm to small dancing feet.

Shades of the children of Danu wail
as they hover here, beyond the Pale.
I left them there, ‘neath ancient star,
travelling home from Paddy Murphy’s Bar.