The Moon's radiant face watches on high
those who walk ancient Circles.
Their time has drawn nigh!

The ground rumbles proudly: Three upon three!
For with Druids we fulfill
the Spirits' decree!

They alight, within every branch and stone,
singing glad tidings and heralding
an event of their own!

The water does warble, the sparrow does cheep,
the wind whispers
onward, reverberating deep.

Whether our veins run silver, crimson or blue,
our mind, body and spirits
seek the balance that is true!

On this date, after the fall in time,
we announce a Festival
with the words of this rhyme!

PLEASE READ PUBLIC 17180 for information on the Spirit Walkers Festival!


Penned by my hand on the 1st of Sarapin, in the year 455 AF.