The Magical Blend

Beloved Anu, Goddess of Earth
Beloved Danu, Goddess of Water
Keepers of the mystery, keepers of rebirth
Perfect blend of ancient matter and blessed nature

Grant us the ancient knowledge
Show us the fertile abundance
Let us cross the ancient bridge
Only to bask in your combined radiance

And there in Anu's flourishing garden
We can find Danu's forgotten edge
To behold the spark of creation
And make our sacred pledge

That to our Beloved Anu, Goddess of Earth
And to our Beloved Danu, Goddess of Water
We will know the mysteries of rebirth
To keep the magical blend of matter for our soul to nurture

The Sister of Perceval

A maiden of courage living in a hermitage

Was stumbled upon by a nomad known as Galahad

So they set off on a pilgrimage for knowledge

Bors and Perceval making a triad mostly ironclad

But who is this feminine grail heroine

One without a name or any shame

A maiden of pure devotion and visions left unspoken

The sister of Perceval that became known as Dindrane

At last a maiden royal had come to the castle

Of whose lady a bowl of virgin blood was wanted

And so the maiden gave her blood most curable with love that was simple 

But none could stop the bleeding that was started or the grief that manifested 

Who is this feminine grail heroine

One without a name or any shame

A maiden of pure devotion and visions left unspoken

The sister of Perceval that became known as Dindrane 

The Place of Ancient Camelot

There once was a castle by the sea
Twas the home of one hundred and fifty men
And when they met it was humbly
Because all were true to the tradition of countrymen

Still let it not be forgot the place of Camelot
Which held the great meetings of the Round Table
A place beloved of Arthur and Lancelot
That now awaits on the forgotten isle

The day will soon come again
Camelot anew a sacred place of rebirth
And we all will remember when
Heroes awakened those of us here on earth

Still let it not be forgot the ancient place of Camelot
Where meetings were held at the Round Table
And there sat Arthur and his beloved Lancelot
Who patiently await on the forgotten isle

Guinevere & Lancelot

For one so beautiful was loved so pure
Yet wed another and made to endure
All the temptation that lust could procure
Still of her loyalty the kingdom could ensure

Off rode her love, a chivalrous knight
The King alone unaware of his plight
Loyal to king and country he rode with all his might
To escape the love that clouded his sight

Yet one day in his passion he took her
Though he had unknowingly bed another
Magic used to suit his admirer
Yet of Camelot he remained a noble defender

At last when his lust could be satisfied no more
He tried only honor to restore
Though things could never be as before
Their love no one could abhor

Gawain's Queen

There remains a tale in the land of Briton
Of the time Christmas day gone amiss
Where a knight fell into temptation
And betrayed an oath with a forgotten kiss

Now all of Arthur's men wear sashes of green
In honor of forgotten vows to chastity
They search instead for Gawain's new Queen
Only to find her in the tree by the forgotten sea

Now tales of magic aren't unknown
They are whispered for all to behold
Under every tree and sacred stone
Lies proof of the magik told

And still Arthur's men wear sashes of green
In honor of their forgotten vows to chivalry
They search for Gawain's mysterious Queen
Forever finding her in the tree or by the forgotten sea

A Cauldron Contained

One can hear the echo of the hymn along the shore
Where branch meets water and soil takes root
You'll find the place of ancient lore
And taste at last the forbidden fruit

One can hear the ancient hymn amid the trees
Where solid ground gives way to water's edge
Yet you can hear the whisper on the breeze
As it speaks the ancient oath and pledge

One can hear the ancient hymn and song
Where one will find the cauldron's water full
A drink for knowledge of life grown long
If one but will the ladle pull

And so echoes on the age old hymn
Of knowledge that's lost but forever gained
Captured within a cauldron filled to the brim
That only the Goddess could have contained

The King Returns

A sacred flame burns in the night
Burning eternal, burning bright
Steady is the flame that remains in sight
For far in the distance approaches the Knight

Slowly, he enters the town he reaches
Too late he comes as there's none to save but ashes
Still the sacred flame is left, still it blazes
Arthur, Fionn, Knight and King of Ages

His presence brings the coming of a new dawn
A reflection of one known as leprechaun
He sleeps at last in the Isle of Avalon
A King, a legend from then on

And so the sacred flame still burns
As the sacred Wheel continues its natural turns
In shadow and yet in light the current ruler governs
Awaiting the day the sacred Knight yet King returns