A-hunting once in the Scottish moors,The king of the Fae did ride,His face as white as the moonlight fine,His cloak all of satin rare. A-hunting once in the Scottish moors,The king of the Fae did findA maiden – hair of the blackest silk,And lips as the rosebuds fine. His heart rejoiced as he saw herContinue reading “Gift of a thistle”
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Be wary
“…little is known of the Fair Folk, although the old tales endure through all times. In the age of popular doubt and imminent technical progress the ancient superstitions survive and thrive, and it is not quite clear how and why. What is now called whimsical and fancy, once held sway over the minds and souls.Continue reading “Be wary”
The Sluagh
Fast ride the Sluagh,Dark are the skies.Fast ride the Sluagh,Light dims. Fast ride the Sluagh,Shining hosts.Fast ride the Sluagh,Bright eyed. Fast ride the Sluagh:Chime the bells.Fast ride the Sluagh:Hear the horns. Fast ride the Sluagh-Never look,Fast ride the Sluagh-Don’t you dare. Fast ride the Sluagh:Swords unsheathed,Fast ride the Sluagh:Swords aflame. Fast ride the Sluagh:Death awaitsFastContinue reading “The Sluagh”
The Hunt approaches
The Hunt approaches:Hear the breezes moan,The trepidation in the autumn air.The Hunt approaches:Hear the hunting hornsTriumphant in the fields all bare. The Hunt approaches:Tearing up the skiesIt rages through the mist and rain.The Hunt approaches:Hear the gasps and sighsOf spirits and the souls in pain. The Hunt approaches:Sunset never fadesOn armour made of finest steel.TheContinue reading “The Hunt approaches”
Tonight we ride
Tonight we ride, so do not venture out –The wind will sweep you off.Tonight we ride, so do not venture out-The cold replaced the warmth. Tonight we ride, so do not think to goInto the faded fields,Tonight we ride, so do not think to goWhere darkness never sleeps. Tonight we ride, so do not watchTheContinue reading “Tonight we ride”
What the wind carries
What the wind carries,Remains on its wings.The sighs of the hopeful,The powers of dreams. What the wind carries,Is carried away,Through land of the livingTo realms of the fae. What the wind carries,Nobody knows,The names and the storiesThat nobody owns. What the wind carries,Calls out to all,To hearts that are restless,To minds and the souls. WhatContinue reading “What the wind carries”
Never/ Fae song
Never, my child, my mother saidWander too farIn the realm of the dead. Never, you hear, or ye’ll be damned,Mention to FaerieYour Christian name. Dead can be vengeful, and so can faeIf they suspect you’re untrueOr unfair. Always on guard, my mother said,Never ye lieTo the dead or the fae. Carry a nail, my motherContinue reading “Never/ Fae song”
Will you? (Crom Cruach)
Dark are the ancient forests,Deep are the wells of old.Long are the paths of the immortal,Quiet is the call of the past. Down you go, never up.Deeper and deeper still,No light can serve you there,If your mind is unquiet. Many doors lead home.Many roads lead nowhere.Memories stir too deepTo be seen or heard. Forgotten areContinue reading “Will you? (Crom Cruach)”
Crom Cruach
Deep in the shadowThe power lies.Deep in the darknessThe wisdom stirs.Those who do follow,Find their rewards,Those who dare notShall find their grave. Deep in the wombOf mother earthPathways are hiddenThat lead to me.Do not be frightened,And you shall seeMe in the splendourOf ancient trees. Crooked they call me,Bent and damned,Yet I give hopeAnd the goldenContinue reading “Crom Cruach”
Vargsangen/ Hodr
Vargen ylar i nattens skog(The wolf is howling in the forest of the night)Han vill men kan inte sova(He wants to, but cannot sleep)Hungern river i hans varga buk(The hunger tears his wolven stomach)Och det är kallt i hans stova(And it’s cold in his burrow) Du varg du varg, kom inte hit(Wolf, wolf, don’t youContinue reading “Vargsangen/ Hodr”
Into the Unknown 