Bravely - she stepped out into the dark
of night.
Gravely - she intended to see with her own eyes
the Wild Hunt.
For it was Samhain - All Hallows Eve - the evening that the veils
grow thin.
Alone - she was armed with clover leaf and salt and
iron.
Boldly - she walked through shadows long and
inky.
What was that? Now baleful cries did
ring out.
Now her heart beat more quickly and yet
still she
Pressed forward following the sickly light of
the moon.
Then aloft the baleful cries (are they hounds?) did shiver
her spine
And like a coward she turned and
fled home.
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