Prayer to the Honored Dead at Samhain

Is it cold where you dwell, Honored Dead?
Cold like I feel when I think of joining you,
of joining you, of joining you, on this cold night?
Cold like I feel when I think of you joining me,
of joining me, of joining me, on this cold night?
Or do you feast in the warm well-lit halls of the Lords of the Dead?
Do you travel through meadowy plains in festival clothes, singing merry songs?
And does the cold touch you, too, when you think of joining us,
of joining us, of joining us, on this cold night?
When we call you to leave that warm and meadowy world do you hesitate,
as we would hesitate to answer your call?
Our hall is well-appointed, our feast well-spread,
showing shame to neither host nor guest.
We invite you to it: join us, join us, join us.
Together we will warm this cold night.