Between Imbolc and Lúnasa Marking the first summer day Lies ancient Lá Bealtaine At the first light of May The sister of Walpurgisnacht Celebrated across a sea By Irish, Manx, Galician, and Scot To appease mysterious aos sí Let primrose, rowan, hawthorn In yellow, shroud your door As you dance into the morn White cloth beside the fire’s roar When the embers die down low Round the cattle out to pasture Take the ashes as you go And good fortune will be captured A bheith idir dhá thine Bhealtaine
Dark hellscapes made to punish haughty wretches Work fast to bring them under weighty fences Pain planting terror deep in cores so lonely Death tearing hearts away from colder stories What horrible deed have monsters dared committing? Why, fools are being born, and keep on living! So cry and scream, and dare to go on dreaming Hate wins, you’ll see you should return to sleeping How do they rage against defeat so steadfast? Meek charge, though very much afraid and downcast To turn the tides at last, they brave the horror Still holding out for when the storm is over Fate never makes a faithful oath or promise No hero goes to rescue kindred worthless Vain fights maintain the sane as less empowered No “happy ever after” comes to cowards But do what must be done to make them weaklings Fierce fighting still continues like we're nothing Find purpose in the flames and fights of hardship It's hardly worthwhile being terror’s lordship
I once received a haunted notebook Great unease did not allow me look Defeated by grave, tormenting anguish Horror made my shaken mind remiss But fate had started rolling onward Making certain cries are not unheard And only days has passed before Wonder made my hand open the door Inside those pages I peered and Endless projects quickly took a stand I flipped past it’s every musing Scribbled notes recorded thoughtful things Ideas were polished near perfection Many stunning plans were left undone Ensambles of pieces were torn in anger Much, though, did, unyielding, strong endure A stain of coffee was on nearly Every page I still could plainly see To quietly hint at lonely nighttimes Speaking loud about determined times Within, there were a lot of droplets Bloody types that were perhaps from slits, The tears of sorrow, running over, Tears of joy that flooded all the more And such an object, surely haunted, Is for none alive, but left for dead Because it had then been outcast Since
The sun shall always lower every day And watchers know it vowed not to stay But still tonight remains imbued with doubt We are unsure what morn will bring about This night reminds us all what is the key To changeless dreams we hope to somehow see We cling intensely onto deepest cares And hope to rest if tired spirits dare A dreadful feeling hangs in restless air Instructing people to sharply stay aware The seeds of discord bear their heinous store Aggression sowes aggression all the more Unnerved from freshly added, grievous deaths We charge on forward, headlong into depths Unchangeable choices will come from rowdy shows We saw the easy end of status quos Please excuse me but I've gotta drop the meter for full clarity Just this once I want to put form beneath sincerity Everyone is clearly aiming for their own noble ends But above all else, I care about my family and friends Sooner or later this constant loss of individuality Is certain to spell the death of humanity I know this
Switching to overdrive live to survive Full override for a night so alive Straight to the start of their every demand Standing in confidence, words in these hands Heroes and monsters have walked this floor Come on, you haven't beheld me before? Wait in this spot till you hear of my fame Right in the mainframe, insane in this game Burning like starlight in honest appraise Miles out of sight and beyond all these days Straight to the start of our every demand Standing in confidence, worlds in these hands
We always saw the spark of hope you had
You clearly knew the way to fight off bad
A bit of stardust glints within your eye
You are a legend, never told a lie
But now you have the endless castle: Regret
And cities of broken dreams you can’t forget
They shatter paintings, new and old, this way
They tear apart your heart, these scars will stay
You cling to dying embers, sources of light
To wisely save your strength for better fights
Await another shot at feeling sane
Despite a million lonely years of pain
The rotting scum will come on out to play
And none will tell them not to have their way
They waltz about and act the way they please
Car ces petites chandelles
Mais oui, celles en rondelle
Fondent tellement rapidement
Qu’elles sont utiles tout juste le temps
D’éclairer l’effort d’un gars précoce
Ces bougies sont de la vraie crosse
Ainsi platement, sa douce
Se contenta de trois secousses
Il voulait faire son romantique
Il devra peaufiner sa technique
Ce grand continuum de rêveries dormantes
Est accessible par le tremplin de notre folie
Cette nébuleuse patiente et généreuse d’euphorie
Attend d’être percée par notre audace naissante
Prends ma main
Tiens bon
Osons
Allons loin