A little nod to my pagan friends. Enjoy!

Elder Gods and Magic Folk

Quite long ago, and longer still,

Before the world we know.

When mountains were the realm of Gods,

The Underworld below.

When fishermen threw back their best,

To make the storm abate.

And all knew there were magic folk,

Both terrible and great.

Then all the Gods and all the fae,

Would meddle constantly.

So we would sacrifice and pray,

And hope they’d hear our plea.

But slowly then and slowly still,

The old ways fade away.

But Gods and ancient magics dwell,

Still in the world today.

Religions tried to banish them,

Then scientists did too.

But ancient ones still find a way,

Despite all they would do.

Now croon the elder hymns to them,

Walk with a slower tread.

You can’t go wrong by leaving out,

A little milk and bread.

Sure science says there is no way,

For magic to be real.

The laws of physics not something,

Some old Gods can repeal.

Yet never has a dying man,

Called Einstein to his aid.

Nor asked to see a scientist,

Damnation to evade.

Old God’s and magic folk abound,

So old and older still.

They’ve always shared this world with us,

No doubt they always will.

Cheers, Winston