celtic polytheism
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Hunter of my Heart
O’ Lord of Annwn, your hounds bay in my heart, leading my soul towards a brighter day. Your strength inspires me, and your wisdom makes me wise. For it you who I write my prayers to, who embraced my broken heart, and helped piece it back together, like fine china restored. O’ Gwyn ap Nudd,…
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Harp of my Heart
Strings plucked, gentle chords played, O’ Maponos, son of Matrona, you pluck at the strings of my soul, shaping me into my future self. Guiding me past those who have left this world, and teaching me to listen to their songs. You are in my heart, o’ Great Harpist, and your song serenades me, filling…
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Great Son
O’ Maponos, I strum my lyre for you, weaving words of wisdom, into gentle song. Your light shines upon my brow, filling my heart with hope, and you turn your flame against foes, shielding me from the pain of others.
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An Ode for Annwfn
Under the hills, in the depths of sea, mirrored in our world, but whimsical and changed. Annfwn, I stare into your depths, touching the pools of your forests, and feel the spirit of the Otherworld fill me. Your King leads my hunt, across grassy moors and thick forests, hunting dogs baying their song. It is…
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Shaded by your Shadow
O’ Darkest Black, Morfran, close to my heart. I am safe in your shade, standing beneath your abnormal beauty like a flower beneath a tree. Beauty exudes from both our forms, but in a way that the world rejects. We are not Normal, Not Right, but beauty lies in our bones. Through embracing you, I…
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Summer Blossom
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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Ode to the Summer Queen
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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Calan Mai Comes
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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Following the Hunt
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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Shining Son
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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