Journal of the Festivals of the Grove
ALBAN HERUIN
The Members of the Grove
Gathered in the Dawn.
When the Light was on the Shore,
They did what must be Done.
Sheltered by the Dunes,
Gifts came upon the Waves.
Collected by the Folk,
Mannanan be Praised.
Oak King, Holly King, Wrestle in the Mist.
We dance as they Play, The Nemeton is Blessed!
Home we go,
Home from the Shore.
The Hunter,
Home from the Hill.
In the Mist,
The Gods still Play.
The Wheel is turning,
Still.
Eyes of sea peer into mist,
Ever the turning come to not.
All and every chant the magic,
Bring that which is sought.
From air and sky he came,
Future�s histories, upon the wall.
Printed words now to scrolls,
Written scripts await his call.
Swirling mists entrust his presence,
Formed by words and herbs of new.
Waiting for commands he utters,
Mystic force, controlled by few.
Kings and knights do bid his counsel,
He, brought by whims of fate.
Shouldering this mantle never his intention,
To fall backwards, date by date.
Yet he lingers not in Victory,
For him praise and glory never meant.
Knowing well his due is given,
For his blood he was sent.
Ever questing truth and knowledge,
Myrddin�s ghosts formed fabled stone.
Excalibur from cold lakeshore given,
Sorcerer and lord destined alone.
Myrddin�s boon soon Artur�s quest,
Swearing vows they would not fail.
Raising tankards in their passion,
For their Lord, they�d find the Graal.
Artur will wait years uncounted,
None but one found fabled prize.
Medraut seeks the warlord�s mantle,
Death, their lord�s last cries.
Kinslayer of Dragon White
Orkney�s Medraut Son of Lott
Lady�s hand the sword did fall
Seek his glory, find it not
Nor to be found upon the land,
Gone the wizard in mists so dense.
Maiden�s cup and hand did heal,
Myrddin�s mantle now future tense.
Prophesied Red Dragon
Obscured by Saxon Worm
Threatens Britain newly
Myrddin must return
Be it known Myrddin�s promise,
Spanning ages it will bring.
Destiny by one man�s birthingn
Mantle of Artur, once and Future King.
