Author: Andaren PM
A poem about an Irish GoddessRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 177 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-11-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2671619
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Maidens light their Beltane torches
And up the hill they chant and sing
'Till they meet Aine at the summit
Rejoicing in Her magick ring.
"Come ye maidens, come with me,
Come with me and have no fear
Step with me into this circle
And see the fairies dancing here!"
The maidens stepped into the circle
Beguiled by the fairies' charms
And the Goddess in her silver girdle
With about her brow a crown of stars.
"I am beloved of man and king
They come forth My hand to claim
But he who forced a love on Me
Was swiftly by My magick slain!"
"Maidens take my warning here,
Listen well ere you depart
Delight the men who claim your hands
But only if they have your hearts!"
The goddess faded from the hill
The maidens in the circle stood
'Till all the silent night was still
And the fairies danced into the wood.
They walked back into the valley
Breathing deep the enchanted air
That blessed Beltane in Knockainy
Where they met the goddess fair.