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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required * Paid my heed my friends for the frost giants begin their march southwards, * and their hounds of winter ,shall Slather and bay awaiting direction from their masters * as then , * they fall upon us . * Even the sun wains back at the feel and shadow of their March. * Our brothers the oaks stand true , * as these giants now put breath upon them. * And so it is , * the sacred grove now sent to slumber, * until the giants and their hounds, call for retreat. * The longest night approaches and no advance can be made in our labours, * For the ground is now of stone and freezing fire ice . * We shield their attack with fur cloaks , glowing hearths and summers blessed mead . * Our friends, family and forgiven foes gather and give thanks to the old year and for its bounty. * Calls for the sun to return and warmth for the soil , * echo amongst all present . * In the coming born year may our land , wives , and beasts be fruitful. * Now darkness is abound, * but for this bastion of kindred folk , the hounds of winter now tearing at the door , scream their howling and send their cold and shrills, about this protected steading . * Grandfather places his knowing hand upon a beam "The carved runes in this lintel shall keep the frost wolves from our door, since ages past, and so mote it be" . * All nod and agree at this given truth. * But * Not but for the silver light of our lady would we know anywhere else existed this darkening , he exclaims ! . * A drum starts to beat softly as the crones of this gathered tribe begin to chant . * Our oldest tribe member steps forward, for on this night they will carry the youngest in their arms . * Together it will be their honour to sing for the log of Yule to then be consumed by this , * our holy fire . * As the longest night starts its ending and the folk kneel beside the sacred glow messages are shouted to those who have passed through the great veil . * They hear our shouts of love and joy , they hear us call their names as we tell them , "all is well ". * We send our gratitude ,thanks and blessings may they be, * as we have been, on this longest of all nights
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