The Druid's Call

It was May Day and Beltane was the time Druid Arwn with flowing mane his Grove did call With upraised arms he did chant in ancient rime The Sun God ascendeth, but the Solstice marketh his fall! The 21 of Jun, Alban Hefin will be in the heavens And crown him we will at his highest peak. So go forth my orders of Incantations and covens And hollyhock, and mandrake, and oaken mistletoe seek. Cut down these herbs as Tanith rides on high With sickle of gold as you mount on white bulls Destined at Solstice to bleed and to die At the moment holy Henge with Sol's light fulls So gather we will on the 20th of Jun At the dale of the Henge at the rise of the Moon To the centre of the circle we'll go up the ramp We'll set up a pentagram and there we will camp. As the Heel bathes in glory with the rays of the sun We'll offer our bulls to the Lord of the Day Send up our chants and surely have fun And prepare for Alban Arthan - Lord of the Fey. ~25 May 2016~