Gwyn/ Storm song
I've spent five years studying Celtic paganism, and following Gwyn ap Nudd, Welsh and brythonic god of liminal spaces, Faerie and Wild Hunt. That is his presence in the air, that gets me now.
Low is the wind,
Thunder rolls in the West,
Low is the wind,
Gwyn is coming home.
Long are the days
Saddlebound, hunt-driven,
Long are the nights
Spent in endless watch.
Long are the nights
For those in wait,
Long are the nights
For the souls homeward bound.
Hark! The storm is brewing,
Darkness covers the land,
Hark! The storm is brewing,
The winter king is coming home.
You capture something of the translations of ancient bardic verse here. I like it!