Of the secret,
the sacred & the unwritten law,
Ancient apothecary
of nature´s wise old store,
Old Druid,
friend of beast & all the forest folk,
Ever lending
ear, to the ancient Henge that spoke.
To the elements
bowing & in circles slow spun,
Obeying natural
orders of the star, moon & sun,
Round you
go, in your deep green & sacred Grove,
Wending secret
paths, where unseen spirits rove.
Seer of old
stone, seed & the wise runes of wood,
Swearing oaths,
beneath your leaf & snowy hood,
Mistletoe
hewn by scythe & alchemist’s red gold,
Beneath the
opal moon, since times of very old.
Druids of
ancient legends, myths & misty tales,
Of roots,
plumes, air & fire, & places of the whales,
I ask, please
take me with you, to that sacred place,
To where hood
of leaf & snow, may hide away my face.
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