Dargon Mac Conn
For many thousands of years i have been on Éireann,
in the midst of humanity's throng.
My story goes way back before human birth.
Was i not the mighty golden dragon?
When i came to this isle great was my wisdom and power.
This isle would always have a Celtic heart,
for such was my own.
My mighty children did reign supreme,
through the years, through the centuries i would see life's changes.
Then the children of the Gods came onto the earth,
they were but small of mind and power.
We, the dragons did teach them the way of life,
teaching as best we could, we taught to well.
The time did come when humanity turned on their teachers,
the time of the death of dragons was come.
The power does not end and my soul entered the eagle.
Now i did see the early Celtic birth,
i watched from on high as humanity went forward.
So different were these children,
they were now hunters and a warlike race.
Yet my green isle was still green and free.
Majestic mountains and hills,
great green glens and forests,
I did see from on high a great invasion,
a new rebirth for the Celtic race.
From death and destruction life went on,
new traditions living alongside the old.
Nemedians came to take the land,
to subjugate the people to their will.
The Celtic children did outlive the Nemedians,
Death was their lot.
The Celtic children came forth renewed, stronger.
I grew so old and as an eagle i died,
down below me the wolf did run.
My soul flew down and entered the wolf.
Beltane was always my rebirth,
now night came upon my isle.
The Beltane fires were lit, the summer festival was under way.
Mighty were the fires and how they lit the night.
I watched from the edge of the woods,
the Celtic children celebrating.
The ancient Mead did flow.
Time passed so quickly,
many Beltane celebrations did pass.
The wolf did die and my soul did search,
It did search for a new host.
I did find it in a man,
my name would be Dargon Mac Conn.
I became king of my island,
many enemies came to take what was mine.
No matter who came, the Celtic heart would ever live.
The Formorians came and i met them in battle as a man,
it was Beltane and the morning was bright.
I new my soul would pass this day,
Yet my soul would enter another man.
Dargon Mac Conn would live again,
The Conn name would go on.
I can never leave my emerald isle,
For when i do, Éireann shall be no more.
I shall ever sing the song of my island of life.
I live on for you see that Éireann still lives.
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2017