Long ere the Cabel held its sway
Knew we the powers of the Fey
That ruled the ancient, pagan Celt,
Sealbearers of the flayed wolf’s pelt,
Who worshipped to the Gods of Night
And lived to please the runic might
Of forces chained within the Pit
And incarnated Evil’s writ.
We Irish who hold the Cult
Nor care that should our deeds result
Return to Earth on Hallow’s Eves
To leap the Druid Dance of Leaves
Across the blackened, rolling heath
And gather Lilith’s corn’al wreaths
From those who honor ancient lore
With fire, on hills we knew of yore.
Note: Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, October 1994.