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The Druids Secret Palace

The Druids Secret Palace
by Charles E S Fairey

The Druids hidden Yew Tree Palace
In an ancient wood full of Oaks
The Green Man’s Yews springing from the ground
With spiky green fingers and red fruit
Where the seers meet and speak
With Gods and nature spirits
Helping their tribe exist
Along with Mother Nature and Solar King
The Spirit of the trees and all that’s green
The Deities of the streams
That run through this antiquine world
The sacred pools dotted about this secret garden,
Where the trees bend and yawn
Ghostly voices as the wind whistles through
Bracken swaying and birds cawing
As a mystical rite is performed
In this enclavic World of Oak and Yew.

Where holly is abundant
Red berries adorning the sharp green leaves
Where fallen trunks decay
Insects crawling over leafy death
Bare wooden claws swallowing the sky,
A wily red fox seen in distance
Staring wildly at Druids ceremony
One Druid looks, at once with the wild,
And red fox turns and vanishes instantly,
This sacred landscape of Yew
Green spikes cover its wooden soul
Berries of poison here and there
Bending awkwardly towards the light
With its friends and offspring encircling
This Sacred Druidic Palace of Yew.

Outside the Yewic circle
Oaks rise high and erect
Towards the cloudy grey sky
With hollies in between, bracken,
Brambles crawling across the sea of decaying leaves
No other humans for miles just the Wood
Where at its epicentre
A fire is burning in a circle of Yew
Where the Druids made their Sacrifice
Where the sacred trees souls watch
These enlightened brethren clad in hooded shawl
Perform magical and mystical deeds
And worship amongst the trees
In this, The Druids Secret Palace.