For the Haunted and the Holy

These are lyrics of spirits, sabbats, and seasonal sass. These lyrics are steeped in ritual, memory, and seasonal turning. They honor the solstices and equinoxes, the ghosts of Halloween, and the bittersweet reckoning of New Year’s Eve.

The chapter begins with Spring, the Vernal Equinox. A time of rebirth and renewal. It was no wonder that our ancestors held the sacred rite of Spring as they watched their flocks increase one lamb, calf, and kid at a time.

Our ancestors lived and season by season, calculating the days. Knowing when to plant and when to harvest by the turning of the wheel.

Summer, for us, is more about vacations but to our ancestors, it was survival. Tending the crops until last harvest was everything to them, it was what they knew and they were good at it.

After the Harvest, the Winter Solstice was a true time of celebration. If you had a successful harvest, there was plenty of food to sustain you through the winter, so it was a time a great celebration. My final installment, A Song to Auld Lang Syne, begins in celebration but ends in elegy and a reminder that the music we cherish is rooted in histories we must not forget. This chapter is for the haunted and the holy, for the ones who light candles in the dark and sing to remember.

Song for the Vernal Equinox
Song for the Summer Solstice
Song for the Autumnal Equinox
She Walks the Graveyard
A Vow of Blood and Bone
Echoes in the Walls
Before the Snow Falls
Song for the Winter Solstice
The Ghosts of Midwinter
A Song to Auld Lang Syne

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