Freed from Morpheus my consciousness returns to a vacant darkness My anger consumes all concern as I recall the madness born of eventide Though through these pages, There appears conviction in this arrant fiction Her sanity though seemingly lost may have found a revelation "Under Samhain's sky through both forest and mire, Follow the path by will-o'-the-wisps' fire, To cave housing veil for both young, still, and tired... Tech Duinn" Though maybe this mystery will lead me... This forest is so funereal with skeletal thickets squeezing moonlight And even sound from the surroundings And a heavy mist obscures the ground and climbs to the canopy My imagination stoked by either fear or folly There's a faint hint of hymns from afar, Forsaking rational I followed the flickering lights and melody Through both forest and mire I found myself at an eldritch cave The hell mouth beckons and terrifies, yet I'm compelled to proceed The air is heavy with haze creating a canvas for luminaries In its recesses, a dolmen gate somehow untouched by time And amidst the arch an ethereal rift shimmers and beckoning me forth Through the haze I'm consumed by a chilling comfort Cloaked in black and bone a figure donning a deer skull approached me He said, "Ignore the fires, for the áes sídhe Gather and will lead you astray But's these distractions pale compared to the cŵn annwn, Which will hunt you Stay too long and the veil will fade with Samhain's sky" Pressing on I can't help but feel amazed The wonder, the tranquility, the allure is hard to shake There's a weight in this air I soon realized My resolve tested, is this where we truly go when we all die? No – this world is absurd, all its splendor a lie A delusion, a fiction, of which I cannot abide Amidst the canvas of darkness I see shades surrounding a campfire Chthonian figures singing songs of sorrow to a solemn figure She sat silently and slowly her phlegmatic gaze met my eyes, "Tir Na Nog... is so close..." I attempted to argue yet my fervent words failed to persuade In a moment of stillness, a horrifying baying broke the silence The cŵn annwn are hunting... I can't stay any longer Oddly the ominous howls grew strangely softer... Their ember-like eyes burned bright in the blackness Paralyzed, I witnessed three pale beasts approach me, Followed by their master The figure cloaked in black! "Under Samhain's sky through both forest and mire, Follow the path by will-o'-the-wisps' fire, To cave housing Veil for both young, still, and tired... Tech Duinn" Though maybe this deity never meant to aid me ... His intent now revealed, he smirked, smiled, and said "To me, to my house, you shall all come after your deaths..."