The Invocation: Y Cloechtoren

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Essentially this is the prologue of the Abredallacht the invocation that Argodan uses to call upon the power of Rhíata, Avie of song. This was clearly inspired by the invocation in the works of Homer.

Submitted: October 31, 2007

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Hear me Rhíata, thee I sing

Whose voice exults in flowers fair

Within the leasows flourishing

Lies all in sorrow and despair

Whose bosom glows with subtle flame

In whose bright eyes is set the light

Of sun and moon, all blessed dame

Queen of the Gods, ally of night

Thou wont to lilt amongst the stars

In highest heaven frolicking

Cavorting now, seen from afar

Of gold and silver beckoning

From whose sweet lips like nectar flows

In moistened damps thy dew is wrought

Like falling streams no solace knows

Whose tears by mortal men are sought

Forsooth he hath gave unto thee

To hear no music ravishing

like song birds flitting, gathering

Nor harken to the crooning sea

Forespeaks the story of the world

To whom its faculties belong

Sing into me the past unfurled

Be ever gracious to my song

Say of the Green Years lost and fair

Forsake the sere path wavering

Of past and future quarrelling

Lies all in sorrow and despair


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