And you disappeared...

And you disappeared into the green leaves

Of the forests that clad this land

From glades and glens, moors and fields

You resisted the invading hordes

Your spirit in the wind

You swam in rivers

Upstream like the wise salmon

Searching for the source of all wisdom

You internalised yourself in the hills and barrows

In the mounds of the Sidhe

But you could not be found

By Saxon or by Norman hands

And for centuries you survived

And grew in the horns of the stag

In the quick and furtive glance of the doe

You kept still in the frozen thickets

On the edge of the striving lands

Of the people’s toil and pain

First the enclosures then the mills

And after tower blocks on your green fields

But you could not be killed

And when the silence comes

With season after season run

Like a waterfall

The words will come tumbling from your mouth

And you will tell of all that’s been

And you will utter prophecies of what’s to come

To the land where they pushed

Further back beyond the pale

Where the spirits live further flung

And from there will see that England is undone

And her people so tightly bound

In tricks and lies and every kind of illusion

So that they cannot do anything 

Though there is still sunshine

And we still feel the solstice awe

And you said that only some

Some very few will find

The fountain of their youth

The root of their roots

As the waves of time lap at this distant shore

The hole is dug more and more

Yet still even now it’s not too late

All you have to do is awake

And so very soon we will disappear without a trace

We will save the seed of this race

To grow again in another time

And in another place

And even as we hear

The tones of ancient prophecies

Calendars of other tribes and races

And we breathe in the soft green air

Of our last summer in the summer lands

Of timeless west country meadows

Speaking in soft whispers

To our sister thorn and brother oak

Holding ourselves in the mantle

Of our native grasses and flowers

In the suspense of these eternal hours

Where once we roamed as singing peasants

And country lads and lasses

Where once we saw great warriors on their mounts

Flashing swords and swift arrow shafts

That cut the air and the invaders throats

Where once we dreamt the dream of Albion

And drunk the wisdom of the sages

From carved wooden cups

Whilst we turn the magical pages

Of nature’s hidden ages

Reading each line

Cast like golden twine

And even as we hear all of this and watch and wait

To see Arthur rise once more

From inside Glastonbury Tor

Tasting the sweet spring water like wine

One more time

So we pray for our illness to be healed 

And the wound in our side to be revealed

And understood at last so from ourselves

This languishing may cast

And we may unfurl the banner on the mast

Strong and true and all this terror undo…

The terror of this creeping death

The terror of this emptiness

That so devours our race

This seething strain of mediocre greyness

This insidious twisting of our nature

These parasites that prey upon our blood

These vampires of the lair of Satan’s synagogue

That have fooled us and turn us away

From our true and brilliant ray

From the dawning of our day

Oh race of Celts

Of tribe of Olden gods

Shake off your sleep

We do implore

Take up your mighty stride once more

Fling aside this urban drawl

Break in pieces these shopping malls

That bring such a stale smell to all

Revive us now

With the smells of fresh herbs

With sacred dances

With songs and poems and starry nights

Where we see the Great Bear in his majesty

Sailing across the celestial sea

and where we may come once more to thee

The great soul of Arthur

Once more our King

And we your people

In great spirit rejoicing…