Sometimes

Sometimes,talking to you is like traversing the wide woods. You are infinite, endless, beguiling, entrancing- with millions of voices you call, with thousands you answer. Sometimes, walking with you is like breathing freely after suffocating for days on end. Eyes open wide, lungs open up, and all the clutter disappears. Calmness reigns where nervousness onceContinue reading “Sometimes”

We all serve him

We all serve him,but we perceive him differently. Sometimes he is tall, dark and solemn, sometimes his hair is silvery white, and his face reminds of the ancient Roman statues in their calm serenity. At times he is silent and reassuring, and at times- compassionate and soft spoken, but whichever guise he chooses, he isContinue reading “We all serve him”

My lady Sybil is pining away

My lady Sybil is pining away. Her face is all ashen, her fair hair – uncombed. My lady Sybil is pining away. She scarcely sleeps, and she seldom speaks. My lady Sybil is pining away. She spends all her days a-wandering the woods. My lady Sybil is pining away. She’s no longer fairest, My Lord,Continue reading “My lady Sybil is pining away”

Come away

Dance, dance with the trees Let the world watch and listen.Dance, dance with the trees-Let them live, let them sing. Breathe, breathe in the woodland,Live through the tales,That woodland spins,Let them live, let them sing. Praise, praise the Fair folk,Who dwells deep within.Praise, praise the Fair folk,And dance to their tune. Bow, bow to the KingContinue reading “Come away”

Gweddi y coed/ Prayer of the woods

As I enter your woods,My Lord Gwyn,White king of the mists,I ask your forgivenessFor crossing the boundaryUnknowingly. I ask your permissionTo enter your realmAnd leave it unharmed.If it be your will,My Lord Gwyn,Let me cross the boundary. Here I stand, My Lord,On your threshold,Waiting for a signBe kind, My Lord Gwyn,Be mercifulAnd let me pass.Continue reading “Gweddi y coed/ Prayer of the woods”

It is no joke,the Wild Hunt

The Hunt is no joke, bear in mind. Uncontrollable, unyielding, unbridled- it rides across the sky. Its force unmeasurable, its might unparalleled, its fury unrivalled when unleashed. The Hunt is no joke. Lords and Ladies, fair and gallant, bright and dazzling, ride with the wind, their horses whiter than the mists of time. Swift areContinue reading “It is no joke,the Wild Hunt”

There are those…

There are those who hear. They spend their days amongst the melodies of the different Worlds. They float in between, and nothing keeps them grounded enough. They hear, but seldom listen. They are what we call le’thereann donn – those who glide, the hearing ones. There are those who listen. Keen is their hearing, sharpContinue reading “There are those…”

For I am the King

Whatever happens,For whatever reason,Happens in its turn. Whatever does not come,For whatever reason,Is not meant for you. Whatever leaves,For whatever reason,Leaves for good Whatever comes,For whatever reason,Comes when it’s time. Nothing on earthExists with no purpose,Nothing breathes. Nothing on earthIs of no value –Even dust. Nothing on earthStays hidden for long-Even thoughts. Nothing on earthIsContinue reading “For I am the King”

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