There stands he

…and everywhere I go,You greet me.…and everywhere I look,You are. Shining, like a golden flame,A blaze on the horizon:There my lord stands,His hair – brightest fire. No Lord rivals him,His courage untamed.No king stands in his presence,For he is the king of Annwfn. Merciful and strong, His nobility precedes him, There stands he, He whoContinue reading “There stands he”

From the depths

From the depths of Annwfn I shall gather my strength, From the shining gods and the mighty dead Of the clouds and the mists I will be reborn. Deep are the waters of Annwfn Deep are the thoughts of the gods Rolling in the deep are the songs Of the long-gone The roads of theContinue reading “From the depths”

I sing to the Fair ones

I sing praise to the Fair folk, To the Tylwyth Teg, To the infinite ones. I sing praise to the One Who governs the mists, The hidden one. I sing praise to the Wise ones, To the ancient and bright, To the gracious. I sing praise to the King of old, Clad in silver andContinue reading “I sing to the Fair ones”

Ellyllon

Here we all stand, at the end of the worlds colliding with each other. We face the imminent- and we cannot accept it. The words meet and part, as in dancing, one movement after the next, one glance pursuing another. We face the dance with trembling hearts, as we don’t know where it goes. WeContinue reading “Ellyllon”

When the time comes/Barddas

When the time comes For the bard to leave The hills open open And the Neighbors greet him As if he were one of their own. When the time comes For the bard to flourish The hills open And the Fair ones bless him With the gift of the flowing verse. When the time comesContinue reading “When the time comes/Barddas”

The gift of grapes and apples

The room is dimly lit and smells of spruces, spices and ancient books. In the flickering candlelight, tall bookshelves seem more distant than they perhaps are, and a dark wooden table is before me. A tall, hooded figure stands there, beckoning me. ‘Come closer. I have been expecting you ‘ The voice is soft, quietContinue reading “The gift of grapes and apples”

Just few words today, and that in pencil (c)

I honestly never thought I’d be experiencing a writer’s block in front of a blank page. I mean, I’ve never had one, in all my writing years, and there’s been about ten of them, if not more. But here I am, in front of my computer, renewing my relationship with wordpress after a long, 5Continue reading “Just few words today, and that in pencil (c)”

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