Echoes of Avalon

Through mists of time and memory’s veil,
Where priestesses once walked the dale,
The apple trees still whisper low
Of sacred rites from long ago.

Nine sisters dancing, robed in white,
Their silver songs pierce through the night,
While on the tor, the ancient well
Still holds the secrets none can tell.

The Lady’s isle, now lost to view,
Where wisdom’s flowers once freely grew,
Where sword met scabbard, oath met crown,
Before the old ways tumbled down.

I hear them in the twilight hour,
When darkness claims its ancient power,
The chanting voices, clear and strong,
That weave the world into their song.

The cauldron’s mysteries remain,
In every drop of sacred rain,
While hidden paths still wind their way
Through realms where spirits dance and sway.

Beneath the surface of the lake,
Where sleeping kings might yet awake,
The silver barge still makes its run
Between the moonrise and the sun.

In apple blossom, thorn, and rose,
The ancient magic ebbs and flows,
While Avalon’s eternal light
Still beckons through the darkest night.

So seek the isle beyond the mist,
Where mortal lips by gods were kissed,
For in your heart, the way remains
To where the Goddess still maintains

Her vigil o’er the sacred ground,
Where past and present turn around,
And Avalon’s eternal song
Lives in those who still belong.