Mystic Order of Druids
~*~
Ferran
Mere ~*~
by Maenarch Merin
of the Mystic Order of Druids
At
equal times of nights and days
Upon a full blown moon
When winter fades from all around
And summer begins its bloom
The old ones call upon the tune
Our ceremonies to perform
We gather up our little band
At the stone of the hoary thorn
With tokens of our heritage
And gifts for one and all
We walk out along the isthmus
To await the morning dew
As the moon goes down to the western seas
And the dawn begins to rise
It is now that we begin our ceremonies
On the shores of the lakes of time
When we enter the gates of rememberance
And the rites of time are ours
Then we dance to the tune the piper calls
And we sing our hearts alive
All through the day we weave the web
With chants and drums and pipes
And as the sun begins fade
The moon sends back its light
Three whole days and all three nights
We move this merry pace
And celebrate with hearts all full
Of the wine that is our life
The above is a tale of the .... Ferran Mere .... that is no more, now out
in the dream of Taliesin, and other great poets of our celtic traditions
..... gone these 500 years past
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