Longest Night
from times of old at winter solstice
to throw away the weights of burden carried for long
casting off shadows dark, set upon spirits forlorn
holding beacons in those times old of Druidic roots
fetes to gather, breathing life in cyclic octaves
may it be the promise thru winter-tide
that lives within for morrow’s sight
beams of hope beckoning the light
past the darkest murk near the end of time
in the hollow of darkness we toss away
the heft of sighs and scraps carried in sleigh
rejoicing in cycles death and birth
journeying on, past the grief of yesteryear
the longest darkest night my friend
is for the soul devoid of kindred brethren
for to weather many a storm in the heart’s flow
together we shall light the splint of glow!
Thanking Zay Pareltheon for taking us through Druidic times via this week’s prompt:
