Wednesday, February 29, 2012


The Last Druid Dance

Through morning mist they shall move
easily, dancing up the tortured paths
to kindle their waiting holy fires,
each his own Master,
leading the people in eternal dance,
awaiting this New Dawn.

Alone, Patrick climbs;
with no followers he trudges
up the highest peak,
the lonely place of his destiny,
the Holy Mountain beckons;
the Night sighs gently as he bends,
lighting his fire first.

Patrick's Holy Fire rises;
the long dance of the Druids
abruptly ends.


© ACG
29 February 2012