Through the fire Samhain is pleased,
And your guilt is eased.
The light of the fire a symbol for the growth of the harvest,
For it has come the farthest.
A feast compiled of the growth,
But the feast is for you both.
But I have made an oath.
Soul, soul, carve out my heart,
And tear the shreds of flesh apart,
Devour the red and raw,
But I have not lost it all.