"I will dance
The dance of dying days
And sleeping life.

I will dance
As the Horned God rides
Across the skies.

I will dance
To the music of His Hounds
Running, baying in chorus.

I will dance
With the ghosts of those
Gone before.

I will dance
Between the sleep of life
And the dream of death.

I will dance
On Samhain`s dusky eye,
I will dance"
Karen Bergquist.