Goddess Danu

Goddess Danu
Life giver
Where Ocean meets land,
The Kiss of the salt air.
Queen of Spring.
Queen of Fertility.
The shinning jewel of Ireland.
I am enveloped in your mist,
your loving embrace a child coming,
happily home.
                                             Danu is the oldest Celtic Goddess known in Celtic times, her

influence spread far across the
British Isles and Europe, where the Danube River was named after her. There were even fewer stories that were told about Danu and how she had survived.
Yet the reverence in which she was held still remains.
It is told that those who worshipped her, the Tuatha de Danaan - the children of Danu retreated into
the hollow hills of Ireland when Christianity overcame into the oldways.
They, became immortal, in the hollow hills of old Ireland and the fairy folk and Danu's legend lives on as the Goddess of the fairies which lives on to this day.
Danu is the power that is in the land that never is to be over comed by mortals and her power is in the imagination of those who see magic in the twilight's mists between the two worlds-
"I am the force that turns the flower to the sun"

Danu is the Mother of Irish Gods, Link to the Goddess Don of Wales. Her tribe is the first of May.

The Tuaththa De' Danann battle the Fir Bolg, and eventually won an uneasy peace. In their turn the
Tuatha De' Danann were displaced by the mortal Milesians and retreated to the hollow hills, to become the fairy folk. The coming of the Milesians is likely Mythologizing of the christian conversion of the Isle that outside the pagan Gods and Goddess.
Danu is a Goddess of fertility and plentifully and there is evidence that the river
Danube is named after her.
A mother of the faeries, she is close to the land of the rivers too.
This is one of my favorite Goddess simply because that she is connected to the land of the faeries and is the mother of the faeries too. I love this goddess simply because she is the power that is the land that never is to be over comed by mortals and her power is in the imagination of those who see magick in the
twilight in the mists between the two worlds of the Fae and Ireland.

Goddess Danu

I hope you will find the Goddess Danu in your dreams and in the hills of your own backyard as I have..The Goddess Danu as the Mother of the faeries lives everywhere..
I truly believe that she lives on in our hearts and in the faeries that are still her force that make her a powerful goddess.
Wendy

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A Dragon's Tail

                               A Dragon's Tail

Far above the village square, in hills that rise beyond

Deep inside a darkened lair, there lay a magic wand.

It lain upon a hardened rock for many of a year,

Its owner was the last known man to ever visit here.

For centuries it had been told, a dragon lay in sleep,

And some night soon, in light of the moon, towards the town he'd creep,

Bringing mass destruction and endless countess,

count of death.

                                                          A yellow green in eyes so mean, a scorching fiery breath.

                                                           Well, as with many legends, it is made from lies and fact,  

                                                         There is indeed a dragon here but scorching breath he lacked,

                                                           He knew he could do many things whenever that he chose,

                                                         But as for fire, he could at best blow smoke rings through his nose

                                                         His eyes were not mean, just dragon green and somehow kinda sad,

                                                            Resulting from his loneliness and all the sleep headiness.

                                                          He yawned a mighty yawn, then slowly rolled onto the floor,

                                                    He flicked his tail and stretched his limb's , his body still quite sore

                                                     To sleep a thousand years while in the darkness and the damp,

                                                       Can leave you feeling groggy, and an awful lot of cramp.

                                               He made his way towards the daylight,

                                                rubbing at his head.

                                                    An early morning migraine made him wish he'd stay in bed.

                                                       But as he reached the entrance, he saw a silken gown,

                                                     wrapped around some bones that lay upon the stony ground. 

                                                       And over there not far away, he saw a funny stick.

                                                     It seemed to sparkle inside and out,
                                                     or was it just a trick.
                                                    He rubbed his eyes to realize what he saw was true,
                                                           With captive stare he pondered on the next thing  he should do,
                                                         He slowly moved toward it as the stick began to rise,
                                                     It turned and pointed at him.
                                                     Looking straight between the eyes.
                                                   Aware of what was happening, he then pulled away 
his stare.
                                                 His nose began to twitch for there as magick in the air.

                                                          A bolt of lightening flashed his way, he leaped across the floor.
                                                        He turned to face a burning smell, from what he wasn't sure.

                                                     He saw a sight, that caused a fright, much more
                                                than he first feared,
                                                      His rear end smoking badly and his tail had disappeared.
                                                      His big green eyes grew bigger, as the truth began to tell,

                                                  Left with half his body and a funny kinda smell.
                                                He screamed a scream unheard before, part pain but mostly fright.
                                               His howling heaves had ripped the leaves of every tree in sight outside
                                                     of the cave.
                                             The cave began to shudder and the rocks inside began to fall. 
                                            The dragon whimpered bad to face the horror of it all.

                                       The daylight lost as half the roof of his cave had fallen onto the floor.
                                   The wand was crushed and buried,
                                  And the entrance to the lair was no more.
                               The rocks had enclosed the dragon in a tomb
                            that was his own lair.
                                  Across the town the howling was heard,
                                           but no-one was really quite sure what it was or where it was coming from.
                                      It didn't sound like a dragon, for dragons only roar very loud.
                                    Apparently, I guess its an fact, it sort of lacked a punch of terror,
                               in the voice of the dragon,
                              And was more of a wail.
                                 But no-one's ever heard what a dragons sounds like when he looses his tail.
                     For years to be, a mystery was wrapped around to this day,
                               Many stories were passed down through the centuries, while others couldn't say.
                           From made up tales, to fantasies, no-one will ever know.

                           Just what they heard or what occurred that day so very long ago.
                              The legend of the dragon is still talked about the same, 
                               A monster from the deepest hell, a devil with no name.
                                    Not far away, in bed he lay, returning to his sleep,
                                   his pride and fears a thousands years this time he has to keep. 
                                   But when he wakes, he hopes to find his body not in pain,
                                no magic waiting for him, and his beautiful tail grown back again. 

                                        He snores a Dragons snore deep back in the blacken cave, his body safely
inside his lair.
                                In time he'll get another chance, his tail will also grow.
That's the thing about dragons.
                                   It is something that he'll dream about until that day he awakes.
                    For one thing this dragon has forgot, 
                  He is the MAGIC
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