A mist surrounds and obscures a towering peak, the mountain all eyes see at the head of the valley Remnant workings evident on the horseshoe of the fire lion’s frenzied activity, a thousand years before
A cold wind drops from the high ground to the glacial lake, creating furrows on the surface of absolute cold
An ancient cromlech in mist, resorting to ruins to live out the remaining eons of its empty life, beside the shore
A faint line of blue; a discharge of forking electricity seen abstractly by the shivering, weary druid ...
The lone wanderer to these empty shores,
A traveller from distant lands, discoverer of an ancient relic hidden by a century of lies
A prize discarded on an empty mountainside south of civilisation, where no foot prints lead,
where no records reveal, the spirits of dead chieftains recall,
The magic men coming in the druid’s dreams to haunt, to taunt,
to reveal this portal of power ...
‘Within the underworld,
Where the sea splits a distant land into two separate shores
One cold, one warm,
one the prize of an ancient race who are bound to return
and claim back their home deep within those fabled shores ...’
‘And this will be a mystery the modern scholars will fail to solve
for the truth is to simple to take,
the world ‘flat’ in the days of the druids who sang their tales the land beneath,
the underworld ...
travel to there and go south, search for the cave of the sea birds,
and become lost in mist travel then into a haven
which shall be home from home
for in that moment it will appear like all the place you have wandered in a homeland
and then across a treacherous scree
you will wander into a silent valley toward a lake
and beside its shore the cromlech will stand
and this will be in a land few feet have ventured in a thousand years ...’
He will know the dangers, they say, when he ventures to the land beneath
and it will be an epic journey like Malduin,
for he travelled to those lands of the dead too
So when he returns back to the over world
he will speak this epic voyage in his songs
He is bound to return, he must return, he will return ...
For the boons of Magnus ensure he will sail again those seven seas
and return back through the veils once his quest is complete ....
And the druid will speak to the lost in dreams
and they will immediately become again the found
Know Chiron shall at last be healed, for the choice of path shall be correct
Where a fork appears take the advice of the soul
and not the heart,
and follow the path which has been planned in subterfuge ...
Once within the cromlech round it shall all become clear
and he must plunge deep into the glacial waters immediately
and be at peace with the cold and the cramp to rise from the depths reborn!
Find again Excalibur, the sword of truth which rises from those deep depths
for it shall be a real find
Know the chalice cup will fill with your leaking blood
from a cut discovered on the druid’s left heal
and as life blood seeps away the maiden of light will come
and take all those fears away
But it will not be death in the human sense for the druid shall walk away
Without the pain which has followed him from the over world ...
He will be the druid king re crowned,
and the Sidhe will welcome their remembered prince as he then recovers the path
and finds the cave of the sea birds
A light like no other shall surround him,
one his fellow traveller shall see and understand
for the time of the choosing will have been reached and then passed ...
'Long Meg Standing Stone'
Original Artwork by Matthew James
