In the depths of night where whispers dwell,
Samhain beckons, casting its spell.
The veil is thin, as shadows convene,
A dance of identities rarely seen.

From the ashes of masks we shed our skin,
Releasing the weights of where we’ve been.
The darkness calls, a siren's embrace,
To unearth the truths we’ve buried in grace.

Under Scorpio’s watch, the moon ignites,
A phoenix of power in celestial flights.
As the new moon rises, our spirits align,
In this sacred moment, we’re destined to shine.
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