I am awfully fond of yuletide and the rebirth of the Sun God of Celtic origins. Some the image of the Tuatha De Danann sitting down to a yule feast to honour one of theirs' birth is a lovely image. I hope you like it, Dear Readers.
Set the table in
finery,
the likes that the
world has never seen.
Golden chalices,
filled to brimming with--
Ambrosia and Nectar.
The Gods are dining
tonight!
Upon crystalline
plates,
the most luxurious of
feasts--
Marzipan and Golden Pheasant.
The smells are
overpowering
and one has to only
lick their lips.
The Goddesses are
dining tonight!
Within my dreams I can
see the mighty ones--
The Tuatha De Danann
sitting down to feast;
Mighty Dagda and King Lugh
and the fierce Lady
Morrigan,
they beckon to me to
join.
It’s a rare treat to be
invited,
Do I go?
Do I stay?
At their table
upon thine Sabbat,
the eve of the Yule
when the world is but
borne anew.
The Sun God,
we feast on his honour
and thus are half out
of the Dark.
12:33 pm
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