The Druidess

Let us make new of the swirling mists
The Raven heart, the druidess
Who walks in shadow near and far
And for whom the Bards sing a merry tune
The hills are his feet, he's swift with a bow
The winds his domain, the mist his stay
He nests his rhyme in the seas foam
He's the poetic inspiration of Cerridwen
The oak proclaims his home_____________
His wine laughs in the mouths of strangers
Who banqueted in the Solstices
His bud did hatch, his flower did open
He picked the mistletoe for thee!
Crows warm themselves near his smoke
His blade reflects the stars
That escape the swirling mists
The Druidess and the Bard.


Blacmist~