I heard a chant from Myrddin of the Green
Hear It high and hear It low.
A tapestry which, for countless score, the tarnished earth has not seen
In the deep, now hear it grow
The words envelop, when I hear
Hear It fast and hear It slow.
The music men cherish and which they fear
Through the Green, now let It flow.
For it pulses with a raw alchemic Life,
Hear It upon the wing of Crow,
Which has been our joy and our strife.
Where Winds may spread It, when They blow.
The acolytes of Cernunnos heard it first
Hear it in the fire and in snow
As it was throughout the wood dispersed
Hear It down in the realms far below
As the tune without music rose ever higher
Hear it in the furrows with the striking of the hoe
Minds were lit with fantastic fire
Hear It in the silence of the doe
As the spirits of animal and man
Dying from the arrow flung from a bow
Entwined together, in the wild saraband.
I heard a chant from Myrrdin of the Red,
Feel it harsh and sweet,
He heard it first in his embryonic bed
Within the fields of corn and wheat,
The tune was drowned when he awoke,
Which rise to feel the Summer’s heat
The melody was broken when he spoke.
Feel it in the tread of the Antlered Man’s feet,
Blood spilled upon a thousand blades,
Below the swaying of the celestial fleet
At which, he sought shelter in the glades,
In the dancing of the snow and sleet
There he found the tune anew
Which swirls to the throb of Winter’s beat
In the onslaught of the Green Man’s slew
Feel Its pulse before Danu’s seat
Of voices, which surrounded him in the silence
And there the dying refrain repeats
A staff of oak for a sword he took and left from hence
With scream of wolf and lamb’s bleat
And entered the discordant realm again
Until it is no longer obsolete
To sing in truer tongues to men.
But our blood and our retreat.
I learned a chant from Myrrdin of the White,
See it in Arianrhod’s freezing light
As I reposed within the forest’s silvered night.
See It in Lugh’s meridian might
The wordless incantation danced within my ear,
In which all his children take delight
And rooted deep, so that my shallow thoughts did disappear
See it in the stars subtle flight
Replaced by a flame of brilliant illumination
By which men guided their dimming sight
Which will burn past all duration.
Feel it in the strength of the height
My blood quickened with the ancient sound
Or in the cry of hawk or kite
As the enchantment wove itself around
Which echoes cold and bright
My senses, and brought to life my ears and eyes
Within the air and earth, without respite
And moved my voice to its own cries
Over land of good and land of blight.
I sing the chant of Myrrdin of the Green
Sing It High and sing It low
As the hawk, sharp and keen.
Now plant It in the deep and let It grow
From place to place, I travel more,
Place It on the Wing of Crow
Along city, pasture, and shore,
So that Winds may spread It when they blow
The chant, always flowing from my tongue
And Waters in their gentle flow
Born from the breath within my lungs
And Flame, illuminate It in its glow
I know I will travel both near and far
And Earth in its pulse, strong and slow
A bizarrely moss-enshrouded czar
Sing It to the caverns down deep below
With a shield of holly and a sword of oak
From hence, It will sprout high and dance with cold and snow
And an entourage of nature’s folk
And fall, to dance upon the arrow and the bow
I will sing the chant, man to man
Which slay the wild doe
And pray that they will understand.
Enjoy some events of New Year . Happy New year 2019. with friends and family to make celebrations on this new year.