Death of the Winter Goddess

A tale of the rise of Christianity in Druid times.

 

During the night, while the moon shone

The first hard frost scattered white,

Covering the ground in a layer of thin lace,

Decorated with strands of silver traces,

A wonder world in monochrome tones.

 

Red holly berries fall on the worn path

Like blood drops from the slain stag,

Who offered up his throat in the past

As sacrifice to an ancient Druid deity

That traveled down from the crag.

 

Now winds shift from west to east;

The smoke of the fire and night mists

Parting to reveal the one who did exist

Before the building of this stone abbey,

A growing power none could resist.

 

Surrounded by coolness and light,

The winter goddess shows her face;

In her eyes burn the fires of blue ice,

Freezing tears into oval diamonds,

That scatter in the air like wedding rice.

 

As the evening star blends with daybreak

The last haunting call of the owl disappears

Into the loud ringing peals of chapel bells;

And, the winter goddess becomes snowflakes

As the Holy Lord's worshipers appear.

 

Author's Note

Finally, something, even if it is not good, has come from my muse!

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

This was a wonderful read!
I really enjoyed the ending :)

[JudyC]

Now winds shift from west to east;
The smoke of fire and the night mists
Parting to reveal the one who did exist
Before the building of this stone abbey,
Who's growing power none could resist

Oh, this is great! These lines certainly express a shift on many levels. I just love the intricate, yet delicate images. I can feel the snowflakes on my face, as well as their significance. Beautiful!