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O’ Great Queen of the Seasons, You wrap me in your arms, warm, safe, secure in the cycle of the seasons. As heat comes, your love shifts, teaching me that love can be shared, given to many, and take many forms. I plant the seeds of my future, keeping you close to my heart.
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O’ Summer Queen, lead me through your shining light, let your blossoms grow in my bosom, filling my heart with hope. Your gentle touch, your guiding voice, they lead me through meadows, fresh with blossoming bluebells, and assorted herbs. You enrich the earth when your love falls, a sacrifice for rebirth of the realm. To
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You fall, scorched by the Son, taken from us for now. I mourn, head laid low in sorrows, though hope stills in my heart, for I know you will return, hand in hand with your beloved, to come another day. The cycle swings in a circle, summer to winter, departure to return, and back again.
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I follow the hounds, red-eared, teeth bared. I bound through the brush, leaping like stag, and follow the call of your hunting horn. O’ Gwyn ap Nudd, Leader of the Wild Hunt, I dance through the trees with you, comforting the souls that come to your care, knowing when my time comes, I will journey
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O’ Maponos, Son of Many Names, Lord of Hounds, Bringer of the Sun, I hail to thee, raising my arms towards your light, for you shine upon with me ferocity, and fill my heart with hope. Bright and brilliant, hounds leading the hunt to a better tomorrow. You wrap me with warmth, and comfort my
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Given to you at birth, bestowed in later life, names are divine, identifying, yet your name, Morfran, was taken from you. Morfran snatched, replaced by Afagddu. What is in a name? Does this new title define you? Or do you reach towards the past, groping for Morfran again? I see you as Morfran, Sea Raven,
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Hunched, mottled, Dark yet pale, Ashen skin, Bright blue eyes, Afagddu, I whisper, reaching out to graze my hand along one mottled cheek, You rise as a comorant, darkened, yet filled with a beauty your mother fails to see. Yearning for your well-being, she brews inevitable poisons, yet as I stand, I see you. Perfect
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Baying hounds, the sound of hoof upon earth, you ride through the night, gathering the souls of those whose time has come, and one day, O’ Lord of Annwn, you will come for me. My soul will be wrapped in your embrace, swaddled like a newborn babe, and carried to the Otherworld, to fields and
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O’ Wandering Wizard, Pæþwyrhta, You forge the paths of my future, Brim lowered to hide your eye, spear spurned to walk forward. You lead me through the dark, through the winding forests of life, to each new tomorrow that I must face. Hail to thee, Woden the Wise, for you instill my urge for knowledge,
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Pæþwyrhta, Wayfarer, Wanderer of the Worlds, You guide my step, foot after foot, leading me towards the unknown. You heal my heart, and fill my bosom with blessings, so that I may seek the knowledge I yearn for, and continue to grow.
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