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Relentless Mist (Celtic Rain)

Relentless Mist (Celtic Rain)
6/8, moderately fast, a ballad of the huntress
Inspired by the legends of Niniane the Huntress and of Pwyll prince of Dyfed

The lowest trees receive the rain,
The richest lords endure pain,
The sting of love bites kings and beggars,
And Celtic Rain crowns all.

In ages past the huntress sought,
To hunt the beast of legends,
Relentless mists would be her fate,
In the hills of Wales and Scotland,
The stag appeared, but only ever,
Just beyond the huntress’ reach,
Into the mists they plunged with joy,
An ageless dance to never cease.

As with those who came before her,
Her prey had led her on,
Her way revealed, the mist uncurl’d ,
She stood in unfamiliar world.

Upon her head a crown descended,
Not of jewels, silver or gold,
A diadem of mist and moonlight,
With dreams all to behold.
Again the hart stood gleaming silver,
Just beyond the huntress’ reach,
Into the mists they plunged with joy,
An dance of love to never cease.

The lowest trees receive the rain,
The richest lords endure pain,
The sting of love bites kings and beggars,
And Celtic Rain, crowns all.

Copyright 2015 Samuel J. Lawson