lughhgul
Tuatha De Danaan (Children of Dana)
If the times should ever change,and their tides flow away from here. If the world is born again with renewed vigor,and curiosity. If wolves run far,and wide on this land;....then you may see me.
If a house is made of sod,and stone; filled with the love of family, and friend; where a stranger may find peace, at least for the night, and the pounding of drums lasts until the sun rises, and sets again on it's journey;....I may be there.
In a dream we walked amongst you, never real, yet; never far from you.
We strode this land in splendor. Our houses were at the nape of the world!
All bright was our word; destroying the ones that broke it, and giving strength to those that kept it.
We were fine in the days of our youth, weren't we? Perhaps we were. Perhaps...
Many times I have wondered. Now I only speak from experience...
Never to roam this green, fair, land again,where the owls hoot their own story; for, as surely as We lived then!;....'Only once was given; for our time, and for our glory!'...
| The Sea ~~~ The rumbly sea Stretches far and wide With cockleshell boats On the morning tide And the sailors all Drink morning dew To the Sea-King's child For luck it's true But I still can't say How it came to be Those gray-green eyes Chose only me With seaweed crown And lotus smiles She captured me With immortal wiles A stripling lad Not yet a man And held me in Her hollowed hand She took me down Forgotten ways Leaving the man I am today And I still recall Her final plea But I'll ne'er return Unto that sea ~~~ ~~ ~ | lugh's home ~there is a place; a small space; where no one goes; but i.~ ~it is on no map; you cannot set a trap; a waste of time; to spy.~ ~deep within it lies; hidden from all eyes; a perfect spot; to brew.~ ~unicorns or dragons bane; heroes born and villains slain; a fitting home; for lugh.~ |
| Ragnarok ~ Cold to freeze all the world ~ Sun and sky have departed ~ Snow no longer falls to earth ~ Only the wind biting moves ~ The old man kneels and spits ~ Tracing his circle he waits ~ From north comes the Wolf's howl ~ Again then once more is the sign ~ From under his hood does he nod ~ The time is fast drawing nigh ~ Rising with staff firm in hand ~ He plunges it deep through the ice ~ Before him a mountain rears up ~ A bridge made of light's every shade ~ Flows down from a palace above ~ And coming to greet him his Son ~ Red locks flashing out from his head ~ The Ancient one says not a word ~ But slipping his hood off his brow ~ He turns his one eye to the north ~ Behind him a horn rings out ~ And the Thunderer's answering shout | Spill The Cup What is the drink so sweet? Shall I name her, or forbear? Soothing to palate; to mind. Refreshingly light; delicate. Pleasing perfume pervades. A healthy tonic; gentle cure. Can none name her bouquet? Then who am I to disclose? What no mouth has spoken; Neither shall a tongue taste! ~ |