At Yule They Gather
The Yule Moon bewitches the dark night air
Her power unlocked by chant and prayer.
Her children worry, the Sun once so bright
Now seems lost, swallowed by the night.
Of joy and terror this season they know
Travel they must where Elf and Fairy go.
Past standing stone, and twisted tree
Around frozen rivers and silver sea.
Over snow covered meadows, and dusky hills
Where all life now stands hushed and still.
From the silence Her heart beats the drum
In the way of the Ancients they have come.
Louder and louder pushing back the night
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