The grass was no longer green...

The Grass Was No Longer Green

The grass was no longer green beneath her feet as she walked through the trees. Their leaves were at rest, carpeting the earth
with their myriad of colors. The color of her hair told her age though she walked tall and proud. She took her time on this, her
final walk. For the earth was no longer hers to keep and to hold. The earth had brought forth her harvest and so the Lady's job was done. Sad were her thoughts of having the world cold and silent. Yet, She realized that the sleep would help her and the earth grow young again for spring. So proudly she walked to the top of the great Hill of Kings, Tara.

There, on his great steed, the Horned One waited. The dogs rested quietly at his feet waiting for their turn. Fierce and cold he was and eager to lead the Hunt once more; to feel the wild winds and to bring the snows of winter.

On Tara they met, she now old, he now young as it was each Samhain. "Lady," he cried, "The year and earth are now mine. Go to your sleep until we meet again at Beltaine."

Loud, long and shrill he blew on his horn as he leapt to the stars and the great Hunt of Winter began..