Cold is the windThat comes from the west,Dark are the skies:Nuada rides. Cold is the windThat comes from the north,Dark are the skies:The Allfather rides. Cold is the windThat comes from the southDark are the skies:Gwyn ap Nudd rides. Cold is the windThat comes from the eastDark are the skies:The three hosts ride. Three byContinue reading “The hosts/ Three by three”
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Nuada tá mé
Words will not capture me,Swords have no power,Storms are mine to harnessThunder rolls at my feet. Bright and wise,Forever young,Noble and trueTo the last breath. Cold and distant,As the farthest stars,Deep and piercingAs the freezing water. By day I lead the TuathaSun shines in my eyes,At night as the wheel turns,The Aos Sidhe follow me.Continue reading “Nuada tá mé”
Into the Unknown 