Into the Unknown

Faerie fire/Sing

I’m following the spiral pathway
Leading to the fire
Burning brighter
Than the normal fire would.

I’m following the stairs
That descend
Into the abyss,
Glowing faintly.

I’m beginning a journey
Which would take
A lifetime
To finish.

Sunlight becomes moonlight
Blues become violets
Greys turn to blacks
As the sunset fades.

Fire burns brighter
Blinding me
With myriad hues
As in a vivid dream.

Closer and closer
I come
Seeing nothing
But the flames.

One more step
And the fire
Wraps me up
In its soft embrace.

Cleanse,
The voice whispers
Become whole
In the Faerie fire.

Rise up
Above the woods
Dark as the night
And human soul.

Cleanse.
Open your eyes
And see
The way forward.

Feel the pain
Subside.
Feel the past
Dissolve.

Sing.
To the music
Of the Fair folk
And eternity.

Feel your voice
Become ours.
Feel yourself
Free from harm.

Rise up and sing
For you are
As dear to us
As a child to a mother.

Sing to us.
Sing for us.
Sing your heart
Tonight and ever after.

For you are ours
As you are his,
And his,
As ours.

Sing.

The hosts/ Three by three

Cold is the wind
That comes from the west,
Dark are the skies:
Nuada rides.

Cold is the wind
That comes from the north,
Dark are the skies:
The Allfather rides.

Cold is the wind
That comes from the south
Dark are the skies:
Gwyn ap Nudd rides.

Cold is the wind
That comes from the east
Dark are the skies:
The three hosts ride.

Three by three
Riders come,
Three by three
Clad in black.

Three by three
Ravens fly
Three by three
White dogs howl.

Dark clouds come
Swelled with rain,
Over the world
There and back.

Sleepless souls
Rise again
From their beds,
Cold as death.

Those once gone
Shall return
To claim those
Who had killed.

Dark skies cry
Storm descends
Through the world
Wild hunt rides.

Listen now:
Hear them come,
Run if you
Dare not stay.

Comes the time
Of remorse
Comes the hour
Of the fight.

Don’t you dare
Venture out
By the blood,
Clouds and rain.

Nuada tá mé

Words will not capture me,
Swords have no power,
Storms are mine to harness
Thunder rolls at my feet.

Bright and wise,
Forever young,
Noble and true
To the last breath.

Cold and distant,
As the farthest stars,
Deep and piercing
As the freezing water.

By day I lead the Tuatha
Sun shines in my eyes,
At night as the wheel turns,
The Aos Sidhe follow me.

Those who saw me once
Shall never forget.
Those who heard my dogs,
Shall run for good.

Turn to me for advice,
Ask me for guidance
If your soul is calm,
I shall lead you

Ask me for compassion
Turn to me for healing
When your mind is strong,
I shall keep you.

On my own accord
When I see fit,
I shall come
To comfort you.

Thunder skies
Shall welcome you
As the night descends
For I am with you.

Serve me with your heart,
Follow me
Into the darkness
To break free.

Hold my hand,
Ask me inside,
Share your life
With me.

Do not give the oath
If your heart
Is restless,
I shall not take it.

Swear loyalty
Give yourself to me,
Completely,
Wholeheartedly.

Share what you have
And you shall have plenty.
Give what you can
And you shall receive.

Honour me
With your words and deeds,
Know, that I shall
Be by your side

Long is the moonless night
Dull is the light
Of no truth,
No purpose.

Hold my hand.
Whisper my name
See me now,
Hear my vow.

Nuada tá mé.
Seasfaidh mé leat.

Nuada by Natasha Scheraya

Persephone dreams

At night, Persephone dreams,
Of lavender, rosebuds and spring,
And Hades, he sighs while she sleeps,
Knowing what these dreams may bring.

She will grow troubled and pale,
As wheel of the year turns once more
As if some enchantment or spell
Is secretly placed upon her.

Persephone will wander far
Too far for her husband To see,
She’d wish she could see stars,
Or feel the warmth of the sea.

Hades will watch her go
As soon as the winter dies,
He’ll sigh and return below,
Knowing how days can fly.

Persephone will come again,
With lavender in her hair,
She’ll plant it, as way back when
She ventured down crooked stairs.

She knows it would wilt and die,
As rosebuds and other blooms,
But hope, it just stays alive
Even when too close to doom.

At night when Persephone sings,
Hades would come and stay,
To hear of the nymphs and kings,
Of flowers that bloom in May.

He will fall asleep by her side
And will dream of lavender fields,
She’ll calm his darkened mind
With song at her fingertips.

Her lullaby will fill the air
And Hades will smile in his sleep,
She’ll know she belongs right there,
With him And the dreams of spring.

The wives/Henry ‘s dream

Sometimes when he’s fast asleep,
He can still see them all –
So different yet so alike,
They still make his blood run cold.

He sees her all young and proud,
No silver in auburn hair,
She prays and she speaks aloud
In Spanish- and she’s still there.

She dances with ease and grace,
So vibrant and full of life,
She’s all golden thread and lace –
And somebody else’s wife.

Another would glide along,
Her face all alight with wit,
Her hair dark, and lush, and long,
Her voice- deep and bittersweet.

Her eyes would glitter and shine,
So vibrant and full of life-
She’s dangerously sublime,
And somebody else’s wife.

The third one would smile at him,
Her hair full of sun and wheat,
So pale, that she almost gleams,
She nods, but she seldom speaks.

She’s holding her new born son,
So vibrant and full of life-
He knows that she is the one,
His Queen and his perfect wife.

The foreign one comes his way,
She’s nice, but not nice enough.
He wishes she would not stay,
She’s somber and never laughs.

And then he sees her again,
So vibrant and full of life,
She dazzles all courtly men,
But she’s someone else’s wife.

The girl laughs and dances by
As graceful as summer wind,
She’s cheeky, and not too shy,
But boldness is not a sin.

She’s beauty itself, he thinks,
So vibrant and full of life,
His heart, however sinks:
She’s soon to be bride and wife.

His eyes catch a glimpse of red:
She’s talking to Seymour there,
She’s slim, and white, ginger haired,
She’s fine – but what does she care…

He knows she’s too far above
Too vibrant and full of life…
But God, he knows he could love
Even another man’s wife.

They come and watch him again,
At night, when nobody’s there,
There is too much to regain,
But too little time to spare.

He wakes up in his vast bed,
And cries till his eyes are sore-
And wishes they’d go away,
And never torment him so.

All women are fine, he knows
Until you spend all your life
In choosing or letting go,
Or chasing somebody’s wife…

To A.B.

I wonder why you wouldn’t let me go,
Why haunt me through the darkened space?
I wonder why you follow high and low,
The past I can’t wholeheartedly embrace?..

My headless queen of pain and woe,
My queen of scorn, reproach and hate,
You’re always there, too bitter and alone
To fight again with your dark fate.

Your eyes still follow me in dreams,
Your voice, it echoes, laughs and cries,
Your face will never leave , it seems,
It taunts and wounds, but never lies.

And so I’m cursed by queen of May
To die while living – every day.

Bring up the bodies

Bring up the bodies,
The hour is nigh,
Bring up the charges,
The papers and spikes.

Bring up the bodies,
The lovers, the Queen,
Bring up the charges,
So rarely seen

Bring up the bodies-
No one will object
Bring up the charges,
The words to inspect.

Bring up the bodies,
Obey your good king
Bring up the charges-
He’s there, in the wings.

Bring up the bodies,
The knights and the knaves,
Bring up the charges-
No one will be saved.

Bring up the bodies-
And take them away,
Bring up the charges
And be as it may.

Bring up the bodies-
Let living ones see
Bring up the charges-
And finish the deed.

Bring up the bodies,
The axes and swords,
Bring up the charges
Before the good lords.

Bring up the bodies,
And let them.fall-
Bring up the charges-
And let the heads roll.

Claire Foy as Anne Boleyn
Sir Mark Rylance as Thomas Cromwell, Wolf Hall

Remember the stranger

Remember the stranger
You met in the woods,
Remember the green
Of the cloak so fine,
Remember the stranger,
Who came and went
As softly as comes
The autumn wind.

Remember the stranger
You met by the brook,
Remember the blue
Of the silken threads,
Remember the stranger
Who came and went
As swiftly as comes
The springtime rain.

Remember the stranger
You met in the glen,
Remember the red
Of the hilted sword,
Remember the stranger
Who came and went
As sudden as is
The summer storm.

Remember the stranger
You met in the fields
Remember the white
Of the tunic fair,
Remember the stranger
Who came and went
As quiet as comes
The winter snow.

Remember the stranger,
Who spoke so fine,
Remember him offer
The best yet things,
Remember the stranger,
Who sang so well-
His songs of love
Seemed to fill the air.

Remember the stranger,
Who was so kind,
Remember him give you
Diamond ring,
Remember the stranger,
Oh, my child:
You never take what
The Fair Folk gives.

Remember the stranger:
Note the change
That made your golden hair
Turn to grey,
Remember the stranger,
Child of mine,
The price you paid
For the Fair Folk’ s smile…

Gwydion’s song to Lleu

Oak that grows
In vale of tears,
Take back your child,
And give me mine.

Broken and torn,
Belied and betrayed,
Dies my young hope,
Lleu Llaw Gyffes.

Broom that blooms
In vale of blood,
Take back your child,
And give me mine.

Broken and torn,
Belied and betrayed,
Pierced by the thorns
Is Lleu llaw gyffes.

Eyebright that blooms
In vale of death,
Take back your heart
And give me mine.

There by the brook
Shrouded in white
Lies my fair son,
Lleu Llaw Gyffes.

Ash tree and yew,
Willow and vine,
Give me the strength
To linger on.

Blackthorn and wort,
Hemlock and mint,
Help him to heal
And to forget.

Foolish and flawed
Is this vain man,
Father of bright
Lleu Llaw Gyffes!

Angels use subway

Angels use subway, you know.
Angels love old school rock.
Angels wear long dark coats.
Angels like cowboy boots,
Angels, they sometimes smoke.

Old gods love old metal, guys,
Old gods ride their high speed bikes,
Old gods like their helmets off,
Old gods have their way, you see,
Old gods, they prefer it rough.

The Fair Folk hate flowy stuff.
The Fair Folk prefer old wine.
The Fair Folk are sharp and smart
The Fair Folk are never wrong,
The Fair Folk are wild and strong.

The priestesses are sometimes sad.
The priestesses love long walks.
The priestesses like their tea
jasmine green with a splash of milk.
The priestesses know their stuff.

The hierophants are somber-quiet.
The hierophants see the signs.
The hierophants see you through.
The hierophants take control.
The hierophants told you so.

We are what we are – night and day.
We are what we are, my friend.
We are what we are – so long.
We are what we are- take care.
We are what we are – God damn.