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The Coming of Lughby IarwainLugh the Il-Dana came to the TaraLugh Samildanach came to the palace of the Tutha DeLugh, master of all arts, came to EireannThe gate keeper did not recognize LughThe gate keeper asked the Il-Dana his nameThe gate keeper asked Lugh Samildanach what skill he possesedLugh said:I am Lugh SamildanachI am Lugh the Il-DanaI am Lugh, master of battleThe gate keeper said:We have no need of a battle masterKing Nuada de Danann is our battle masterNuada Airgitlamh is our battle masterLugh said:I am Lugh SamildanachI am Lugh the Il-DanaI am Lugh, master of healingThe gate keeper said:We have no need of a master of healingDiancecht de Danann is our master healerDiancecht is master of all herbs and healingsLugh said:I am Lugh SamildanachI am Lugh the Il-DanaI am Lugh, master of knowledgeThe gate keeper said:We have no need of a master of knowledgeOghma de Danann is master of all learningOghma is master of all knowledgeLugh said:I am Lugh SamildanachI am Lugh the Il-DanaI am Lugh, master of SailingThe gate keeper said:We have no need of a master of sailing.Mananan mac Lyr de Danann is our master of ships.Mananan mac Lyr, son of the sea, is our master of sailing
 
 Lugh said:I am Lugh SamildanachI am Lugh the Il-DanaI am Lugh, master of sorceryThe gate keeper said:We have no need of a master of sorceryThe Badb de Danann are mistresses of all sorceryThe three sisters Macha, Nemhain andMorrigan are mistresses of all witchcraftLugh said:I am Lugh SamildanachI am Lugh the Il-DanaI am Lugh, master of smithingThe gate keeper said:We have no need of a master of smithingGoibniu de Danann is our master of smithingGoibniu is a master of all craftsLugh said:I am Lugh SamildanachI am Lugh the Il-DanaI am Lugh, master of the battleI am Lugh, master of healingI am Lugh, master of knowledgeI am Lugh, master of sailingI am Lugh, master of sorceryI am Lugh, master of smithingI bid you, unless you know of another who is masterof all these arts, take me to Nuada Airgitlamh,take me to Nuada, king of the Tutha de Danann.The gatekeeper went to Nuada.When Nuada heard of Lugh's coming he said:Let him come in, for never has his like enteredthis fortressLugh the Il-Dana was admitted to the TaraLugh Samildanach was admitted to the palace of the Tuatha DeLugh master of all arts found his place amongst the Tuatha de DenannPOETRY BY IOSEPH OF LOCKSLEY-copyright 1988, 1989 W.J.Bethancourt III*********************************************************************UPON MISTAKING HER FOR THE SUNRISE
 
My Lady, was it you I saw upon the grassy field this morn?I thought it was the dawn come up above the hills and fields of corn!The starlight paled, the rooster crowed, the Herald blew the morning horn,I thought it was the dawn come up, or Resurrection's glorious Morn!I thought the hall was set with gold, your hair reflected such a light!My Lady, was it you I saw among the banqueters that night?I walked as mazed in Elfin Halls, and wared a Dragon's jealous Sight!I thought the Hall was set with gold, for golden was that joyful night!My Lady, was it you I saw, a-combing spun-gold tresses fair?Was it The Lady of the Lake, or Yseult of the Golden Hair?Thine eyes shone out in candle-light and laughed at me a-standing there!My Lady, was it you I saw, or was it dawn a-sitting whereI watched Her comb Her golden Hair?**************************************************************************MY HARP AND LUTEMy Harp and Lute are wood and wire,crafted lovingly and slowTheir music brings me from the painof this frail World here belowand takes me to the Doors of Heav'n;whither upward I would go.My Drum's a heartbeat, keeping time,Marks the measure of the tuneCounts the moments of the DanceSets the sygil of the Rune.On that rock I build my SongSinging to the rising Moon.Harp and Lute, and Drum....and Words;Words to sweep, and twist, and roll,Words the weft to weave the webWoven with a single goal:A Web to catch My Lady's heart;A Web to touch My Lady's Soul.************************************************************************HE SPEAKS OF HIS WIFE WITH PASSION-Ioseph of Locksley(after the Old Irish)copyright 1989 W.J.Bethancourt IIIThe Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;Fearful and trembling, but still she came,Looking at me thru eyes that saw a thousand years.Filling my home with laughter, her hair aflame.The Red Cat walked into my life, with no warning she came;Free, unfettered, breaking her chainsThat bound her to her mundane daily fears.Filling my home with joy, her hair aflame.
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