Thoughts of samhain

A confirming ritual
In darkness we tread
Samhain is raging
A feast with the dead
A believers baptism
An auction of grace
Solemnists encounter
The whitest of face
The rusty lock shudders
A solitary
Photographer comes forth
Out of true ancestry

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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