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The Final Druid

The Old Soul.Reincarnation

 
Is a soul sentient, living ages long as ages old?
able to tear at a heart it has far outgrown
primal and eternal, a halo in the fold
Bear with me a moment so I bear it not alone.
 
I dreamed, draped I was in a misty shroud
Autumn ill with winters kiss
a gale then howled from shore to moor
and before me formed a soundless abyss
 
I tread a path from the memory
though a memory this body, never made
still I knew my way cross brook and vale
to where my ancient calling laid
 
I paused high upon this vacant hill
entranced and held within a circle of stone
as whispers bleak and familiar surrounded
only to find myself on just my own
 
upon my knees I kneeled, hands raised
began the elements assailing ever perilous
a mind with one sight and knew I not my eyes
as they called “come home”! “come back to us”!
 
the frozen sun pierced down my neck
and thunder boasted on my right
the moon and stars came severing thru
hours before the fire of night
 
I felt the pulse of once known spirits
their eyes etched across a savage sky
the aroma of the forgotten past then danced
I felt the passion of those who cannot die
 
now the rain fell steady, quiet and warm
he appeared with summer, winter, spring and fall
beard white, mistletoe and staff of oak
He heard thru time, my despondent call
 
Ageless he stood on the dais of stone
blood slithered about the grass beneath
in a balance kept he warlord steel sheathed
his halo was only just a leafy wreath
 
my eyes heavy in slumber he granted me visions
the blood became two snakes one took, the other gave
and they entwined as the morning that was night
the snakes became one, one that destroyed then the other would save.
 
What so ever came from his mouth and lip
turned to thought then words upon my tongue
and one we became with the eternities
and my life in this age now in the balance hung
 
An elder of and in existence with such eyes of silver
Held they wisdom and saw deep into the distant past
The past is but the end of the future he’d say
And he knew each and how long such a moment could last
 
one vision then bore a pale priestess at my side
Her hair flying, bronze and wild untied
Clad in hazel and white as a fire unbound
Then on hands and knees she fell and cried
“our memory is waning on this modern ground!
All is lost can you see?
the waters once concealed under our power
The string has been severed, the fruit long soured
All is fading to be only seen in a skeptics dream
and will never again of substance be!
I stand vexed. Our weakening walls. Their falling tower.
They stand proud in that to believe is to cower
they now bear no will in what the mind alone can see
and toil eternally barren against their times
and from what was before they readily take leave
when ignore they, their inner soul calling out, I grieve!”
“Come back home”, she mourned "Come back to us.
We know your blood flows free!
The lushly laid halls theyve long deemed useless
Their foolishness drinks the salt of the sea
They bath not in waters of truth
Of the pool laying still beneath the trees
come back she wept, come home to us
we know your heart and soul believes”
 
I knew then
it was akin to a dream
A dream within memory shouted far across the ages
but with no way back, to a heart it so cruelly took
Then vanished in the elements all that I had seen
the man woeful and wise gave one final look
“I know you” he said “that soul beneath your skin
I knew you well same those eyes that looked within
you remember me not little forest queen
but within you are echoes like voices in a shell
there lies an emptiness that cannot be touched or seen.”
Then in regret his face fell and his image grew frail
“but long ago you knew when your soul still green
there are rules that will not break nor quell
no, not even for us from far beyond the veil”
 
“we are but a whisper and shadow of a forgotten age
do not envy us, ghost who are surely doomed to fade
for though your soul misplaced, ours will surely decay
your void will ever be absent and us forever a shade
merely echoes shouting from far beyond this grave
buried in your memory beneath your deep and yearning dismay
I shall not lie, you will long for us all your doleful days".
“But the soul lives forever and perhaps will one day stray
back to where it first began, every death gives chance, it may
like waves upon the ocean be born, return or roll away.
Time is eternal, a circle infinite, not a long and endless line
a 1000 ten fold years could not divide you from the age that is truly thine”
 
“a wait is all.” but there was a woe his eyes could not evade
“for the immortal one within, it is but a minor, a slight delay
for every body physically born a debt must surely be paid
and to be born and born and born again is no small gift id say
soon my lost one, now let me patience unto you persuade”
yet in his face something lay unspoken, obscured and not conveyed
My heart descended for knew I then, no more could I ask his aid.
“But forgive me little soul for here and now you cannot stay.”
“I soon shall cease and so must you, forget not we are the same
we are each a memory helpless, so helpless they are in play”
 
“remember that it is not I who masters time and ne’er could it be
look not in me for such power thats beyond even me you see.”
“Stoke it and feed it with all my might but tis not I who lit the flame.”
Then gone he was like all before and then to him laid I the blame.
 
“so there was truly nothing that could be done!” I cried
But nothing answered the tears where eyes should be.
Vanished had they in the wind with a whisper on the tide
“Come back home lost one, we know your blood flows free!”
 
“Then why torment me, why give proof that few will abide?!”
“Why now?! give me the knowing that I live not where I’m suppose to be?”
An answer barely heard “but you’ve always known little soul of mine
you’ve always known and so have we.”
 
then awoke I there, from a timeless void
the breath of the forest now moist upon my face
and these feet had many more roads to tread
Though my soul was never freed of this place.
 
©Catherine Renee Stanger
 
 
 
 
Written-11-20-2009
REVISED-3-7-2019(added verse)
Last and Final revision– 5-21-21

(2009)

I rewrote this ...i mean its the same but it has a lot of new content....i mean this is really intensely dear to me...this is from the depth of my soul ...it hurts every time i read it..i mean i tear up ...how pathetic is that...but i do ...its the only poem of mine that i do that....i really hope it reaches others...but i know i'm very knowing of this part of myself...no matter how dreamy or unrealistic it is...ive felt this way since i could remember...very young..this is just the poem and words and story to convey the real feeling as best i could...with symbolism and true historical things...

Also there are numerous grammar and punctuation flaws in this...I apologize ..it's not my strong suit..please advise me if you see one. I feel this from depths of my very being...this is all I am..

Note ** all my poems are copyrighted and have codes to prove ownership ... While I doubt anyone here does this ..still have to say Don't steal other people's work wether a poem is good enough or not .... It's personal and directly speaks from the soul of the writer and to take their work and say it's yours ..it's wrong and unnatural ..your stealing a piece of them ...it's nothing to do with money or rights...it's so much more than that...its happened to me .. It can happen to anyone .. It hurts and I always speak out against it even if to most it seems pretentious...

#ancestry #ancientworld #Britain #dream #druid #history #pain #primal #reincarnation #scotland #snakes #soul #stonehinge #truth #wales

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