Poetry

Druids

By 4th June 2010December 9th, 2019No Comments

Sun, moon and stars dictate our inconsistent lives,
Words and incantations encompass our nations,
They constantly make their magic throughout the night,
Bell, book and candlelight; destiny weaves its spell;
Star filled sky, coloured inky purple black,
Riding a white moon’s back; too complex to handle;
Bell, book and candlelight; destiny weaves its spell.
In moon’s incandescent ray, witch and warlock bray,
When all the druids stand and pray, beneath Stonehenge giants;
So where then lies all those sun bleached human bones?
Bell, book and candlelight; destiny weaves its spell;
This sad life goes on and on adinfinitum.

Leslie de la Haye

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