Come dance with me among the jewelled hills
Alive with madness and bright faerie thrills
The great stone circles stand proud and tall
Pass through the veil and enter our hall.
Ceridwen leaps through the blazing bright fire
Her beauty alight as the flames burn higher
Bride with her bouquet of snowdrops looks on
With her promise of springtime in ethereal song
The Fair Witch-Queen Mab beckons the sun to rise
Epona and her steeds gallop through watery skies
Hecate bids her followers to dance with the Faes
Until all is forgotten in an otherworldly daze
So follow our voices to the Places of Old
Where thunder is silent and fire is cold
Come dance with your senses and sing with your dreams
Where promises are fleeting and not all as it seems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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