The Sovereign Song of Flidias
I am deep within the woods of this verdant land
We share a bond that all of your mundane mystics
Can never slash, burn or tear asunder
Was I born of the Earth Mother or was she bourne of me?
Ask the scholars as they debate
Their academic phallusies, lie like laurel wreaths hung dry and dusty
Around my shoulders as I watch the endless invasions.
The land is still possessed by my hordes unseen
Teeming in the night they breed
My wild children of the wood.
Nature Spirits, hush, strangers draw near
(That's you in case it wasn't clear)
I once was loved within the legendary conquests of tribal kings
We shared a bed, some bairns, and lives though no eye
Could see beyond my guise, illusions
Of all womenkind, which names were mine?
They are long lost to lecherous lore, or guarded,
Sealed within a box of sacristry, Illuminated by the lies of ancient heresies
While My children, Shining Ones remained veiled from the Sight
Of thine eyes, despairing o' sons begat of One True canon
Sons, daughters visit but rarely when the faires do ride
Upon my fae steeds of stag and roe
Sidhe children, o hush, unbelievers draw near
(That's you in case it wasn't clear)
I wait here young yet unreborn for my Fergus to return
We share a desire so deep that my embrace is that of seven
Women of thine sore tried, turning pleasure to scorn
Wailing assistance from tonsured eunuchs they condemned
All enchantment as lost to man and branded by holy righteousness
Consigned me to the realms of legend, while they raise sacred fools in heraldry
Their god died, and I live, silently watching man's folly as they now lift
Golems of silvered metal in a toast to their own finite health, soon to moulder,
Still dying far from West, yet in endless Summerlands my soul kin rest unworried
And I await patient, whisper wise when Fergus appears
Lover, come quiet, outdwellers are near
(That's you in case it wasn't clear)
Author's Comments
Flidias, or more properly Fliodhais, was a Celtic goddess of woodlands and sovreignity, and in possession of such um, prowess that her lover Fergus required 7 normal women to satisfy him if she was absent from his side.
