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The Longest Night

* 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

Copyright © Simon King | Year Posted 2022

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