come, Brigid and Rhiannon
both goddesses whom poets adore,
come, people from Annwn and Silbury too!
worlds of delights and eternal youth.
come, gaze into my crystal ball
calling to me across voids of time,
come, open strange doorways
to your inner mind.
come, my beautiful lady
naked on the ground,
come, jewelled moons
with silver iridescent wings.
come, Elaine, as you drift
downstream to Camelot, forever,
come, wise Taliesin, radiant of brow
servant to Cerridwen, bard to kings.
come, white hart
of the wooded deep,
come, keen kestrel
with eyes like diamonds.
come, running stream, o’er rocks
with your healing powers,
come, Blue Ben old worm
aslumber in your lair.
whence Arthur and Medraut fell
arise again from bloodied Camlann.
haunting the dark levels
like dragonflies with gossamer wings,
wailing thro’ standing stones
dressed in white, long red hair floating.
riding demon horses, hunting for lost souls
with white-bodied, red-eared dogs of hell,
across moors of frozen life
where mists obscure every star.
sunset blackened silhouette
above our ruined citadels, no more.
come, greet the hour before dark,
where emerald seas
meet the blue moonlight.
myth, once more, will
become our sad memories,
as ravens stir, and call across the sky.
Stewart Guy
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