Thursday 24 November 2011

On the Eve of Samhain (Celtic Folklore)

I seek Awain

The divine
Muse

And tonight is the night when the
The veil will not deviate these eyes

For Gaia and the moon have syncronised
On this hallowed eve

Water, earthly mounds, narrow bridges
And wells mark the openings

And as these gates open up

Hells furnaces fire with the promise

of fresh fodder fuelling those flames
And cries echo from the stock-pile

For those that enter

These druid, poets, philosophers and
fallen angels

I implore your ears:

Balor the misshape giant
one warning i raise

To not look like straight in those
sunken eyes that gaze

As he roams beneath lakes
and seas in black purgatories

Across the frozen lake the
boat keeper awaits

And an island we pass with
the most beautiful tree

For lovers seek this unearthly place
for to kiss under that magic tree
is to make this
love last eternities

But for those that enter
I implore your ears

And make this story rouse your fears

And one warning i must exchange
 for a moments time with innocent ears

For Searbahn dose lay in wait for those lovers true

A one arm, one legged, one eyed misshapen
 warrior whose virtue's true

And guards this magic tree and these magical berries

And save only a few for the  piskies and fairies

And the gates finally close with the morning sun

And Blodeuedd the fairest woman
 in the world does wake

And bares witness to what a new days
Dawns creation make








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