Clans gather on Tara’s Hill under moonlight for Samhain, marking the year’s end with firelit feasts, bardic tales, and ancient rites. Magic stirs, heroes ride, and dawn breaks as the old year dies and the new begins.
Samhain Feasts
We gather on the hill that night
The clans are called to Tara’s Hill
The soft and sweet moonlight
Blesses ancient Samhain still
Fires in the fall, flames leap high
Joyful feasts this quarter night
Baked the bread of barley rye
Quaffed the mead by fire light
Tales of old, the Bards do sing
Ancient chieftains’ might deeds
Fey enchantments, magic ring
And galloping on mighty steeds
The old year dies, the new is born
Samhain night, and breaking dawn
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