Solstice Eve
Belerion, that name so bold,sounding around these rocks so old;the tribe their torches held up high,waiting a sign from Gods in the skyThen thunder rolled and lightning flashed,a force so strong it made them gasp.Would Merlin appear from beneath the sea,bringing his message - oh sweet harmony?Then suddenly - still - the sea became,someone whispered the wizards name.The land held by winters grip so strong,A grip they could break by using song.These Celtic folk who had always been,seen as crafty killing machines,were truly minstrels, with voices strong,conducted by Merlin with his wand.The first cord sounded it was so deep,the earth it trembled, rocks seemed to creak.The song was almost as old as manand told how winter and spring began;told of a battle on Pendarves Moor,when mortal fought God to even the score.The picture was painted by choir so sweet,basses and altos made them weep.They told how Llwyd fought to keephis Winter's grip on the Earth so deep.How he stole the Sun so nothing grew;accepted a challenge because he knewthat no mortal on Earth could him defeat,he'd strike and knock him off his feet.Taking up axe and sword he strodeonto the battlefield so bold.
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