Fifth century Britain, many say Dark Age Britain, lives, born out of darkness.
This tale tells it to be a different chronicle.
Born of Brightness, as of the earliest Druid Way. Listen as the land sings out to you; catch the whispers contained in the wind of a long since time.
The era of the Goddess.
Leave behind your thoughts of the progress of times past and present, go beyond time and space, into the realm where the soul journeys.
Nature recounts these events of a time long past, as we listen to the voices of trees, our ancestors, and of the stones, whisper from this pleasant timeless earth.
This Mighty Isle ©2004
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Read the opening chapters of Part One "Shadow of the Tor" |
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Read mid-section chapters of Part One "Shadow of the Tor" |
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Read Part Two of "This Mighty Isle" Trilogy, "Hill of Tara" |
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The stones stand frozen in the still cold air
They await our joining with the star bright flares
The summer comes, rushing onward towards the Beltane fires
To bring the stag down to claim our desires
With the moon bright rush our destiny fulfilled
The stones ever waiting our everlasting fire
© B.H.