Celtic Origins of Halloween
Samhain, Samhain, you live within eternal nomad souls akin To fallen leaves, bewailing winds, when autumn plays her violin So mournfully… When Sun goes down and you ...
Samhain, Samhain, you live within eternal nomad souls akin To fallen leaves, bewailing winds, when autumn plays her violin So mournfully… When Sun goes down and you ...
Writers of this day and age Don’t you notice something strange? Ravens fly above your heads, Monsters hide under your beds. You wake up in a cold ...