The Journey
The Journey
( A fanciful notion of how the “Gods” of Europe left the near east and travelled west. Also it refers to these “special humans” as the Biblical “Nephilim”
Who knows but it could be possible. This tale is mainly about the Celtic “gods”, the Tuatha De Danaan. ).
Under a sky filled with countless stars, the company pitched their tents, after telling tales and a hearty meal bedded down for the night, in the distance an owl hooted.
As dawn arose in wispy clouds, the stars left for another shore bidding farewell till another night.
Across our path a pair of deer ran, stopped and gazed at our caravan, with flute song to accompany our trail, the carts wobbled along the stony way.
Our wagons were painted like reflections of the sun, gaily coloured as with our tents. No one dared look back towards the crystal mountains that once were our homes, the time had come for us to leave and travel west to meet our destiny.
We were birthed by angels , the shining ones of Edens fertile earth.
Imbued with skills that no other possessed, deemed to be gods by human kind, the sons of Adam.
We hunted vast plains, harvested lush crops, all now left behind.
Along the way some of us had left , they travelled south to a mountain steep where they hoped to live in peace, heroes men of renown, of mighty strength and mighty wisdom.
With tears they left us knowing in our hearts we would never meet again.
They shone like the stars in the night sky, from afar we saw the glory of their light and watched till it faded from our sight.
Vast plains of grass lush and thick through them with joy our wagons rolled.
From afar riders on horses swift and sleek watched our travels not once did they interfere, left us to our own devices.
Nights and days came and went with wonders seen and never forgotten giving us joy and adding to our knowledge.
We came upon mountains tall and jagged, with snow white tops surrounded by lush green forests teeming with game and fruit.
Perhaps we pondered that this was our new home, it was after all a paradise with sweet water running through lush fertile vales.
Many years we tarried there making objects bright and shiny ,living and dying undisturbed.
Elders conversed, holy ones discussed, the signs were wrong this was not our home
Again we packed the wagons bright, mounted our steeds and headed west once more.
Close to the shore of a mighty water again we pitched our tents and played our flutes. Viols and hand held drums sending sound into the sky keeping happy the shining ones who danced among the stars.
Settlements grew and houses were built imbued with love and magic so shone in the darkest night.
Ships were built to carry us over the wild and seething sea where mer people played and waved giving us lore and guidance.
Some looked to the north beyond hyperborean land where snow and ice illumined with midnight sun called to them with subtle means.
The elder one with hair blowing in the wind urged this calling grew into desire and knew just what to do.
His son tall and blonde with his hammer rang the bell and across the bridge of many colours they departed one cold and wild night.
(Palaces of ice were built and halls where warriors met, everlasting flowed the ale and mead and they basked in the midnight sun.)
At last our ships were ready to take flight over the salty dark green sea, the stars shone bright and lit our way, singers of the deep they sang, to calm our mounting fear
Looking back for the last the land it disappeared our queen lifted up our hearts and filled us with hope and expectancy
Onwards to a land anew where forever we will be young, a blessed place green and with beaches of yellow sand
Trees that touch the sky and birds converse with the stars.
Some ships ,sleek and white,veered away heading towards other lands.
While we sailed on passing an island in the mist one of our host heard it call,
And with his clan,horses white decided to dwell forever there.
Green topped cliffs suddenly reared out the sea, wher breakers ferocious smashed them all.
Many days we searched for a passage safe where we could land as we grew tired of the harshness of the sea.
At last our ravens came to us telling of a place green,lush and full of beauty where we could dwell.
Coming ashore with flute and drum our people left the ships on the shingle bay and there we set them alight their dust flew into the air.
Caravans and carts,pack horses and those who walked with packs on their backs soon formed a line and with joyous step journeyed on.
We found loughs full of fish and ducks,rivers that flowed clear and swift towards the sea.
Tress so tall that they touched the sky green and thick with leaf and fruit of all kinds
Giving shelter from the sun and a safe place at night.
Then we came upon a hill a place that spoke to us all and within our heads and hearts a knowing that this was home.
Pitching tents and fires we lit singing songs of joy as we settled down to rest and sleep with a happy smile.
Twas during this night as our queen did stroll along with Him who was full of light
And she who was most beauteous of all.
Came across a golden door worked into the side of the hill walking towards it the three saw it silently slide open and dark within.
With caution they ventured in He of light lit the way and it was as if they walked forever onwards in the night.
When of a sudden the tunnel ended and came upon a cavern vast ,so that the light couldn’t reach all the walls at once.
Astonished the three looked at one another and smiled at last said our queen we truly have come home after all.
The ships sail forever on across the briny sea where on nights of dark lit by cosmic ways accompanied by the singers of the deep.
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