Song of the Ages (cont.)

The world spun,

Spun so fast,

But time passes so slow.

Through the lush gardens,

At Avalon,

We ruled.

You were the Horned One

Crowned regally

So fair.

Your feet were split hooves again;

Your horns were of a commoner kind,

But still you were pursued by the sons of men.

You were King ruling the herd,

Lord of forest and fen.

Strength to the weak you did bring

And all challengers you overthrew.

Through the lush gardens,

At Summerland,

We ruled.

I was your consort.

Keeper of the cauldron;

Wise one.

I was the Mother Sow,

And old woman trained as priestess;

I knew the Goddess worshipped then and now.

Clad in henna scars, robed in mystery,

A blue crescent upon my brow.

That world is lost; humanity mars

All loveliness to them given.

We ruled there, my love.

But the young Celtic king with the Latin name

Challenged you on your turf,

And overthrew your animal rule.

He took your hide, and stole your crown,

And civilized you kingdom.

Knights ride their horses where your fawns were raised.

I mourned you, my love.

But the overthrew my rule as well,

And hung a god upon my cross.

I faded into eternity,

And my familiars were hunted to agonizing death.

I was once Life,

But now a dead God rules