The Song of Beldon

It was in days when the world was new,
When the sky was clear and pure,
And the sidhe's eyes were still blue,
That the sun-god cast out his lure,
And lured a stranger to his side,
A stranger with eyes as clear as pride.

Beldon his name was, a hero strong,
And he went forth shining like the sun,
And sang for the first time the song
That would from mouth to mouth leap and run,
The song of our worship of the sky,
When we began to first ask why.

He went among the shadows black,
And cleared the green and hollow hills,
Ended our fear, drove the sidhe back.
And like an autumn wood that stills
To feel the first onset of winter's cold,
The sidhe learned not to be so bold.

There were some places the sidhe reigned,
And their humans slaves did groan
From their very stomachs, pained
By what the sidhe took for their own.
And Beldon destroyed their thrones,
And turned us to shouts from groans.

He forged the first steel sword,
And fought the Dragon of Angor,
Though that mighty wyrm was lord
Of a hundred lands, and more.
He cast the winged corpse down,
And carried away the Diamond Crown.

For the first time, our people could
Live without fear of hollow hills,
Of creeping shadows in the wood,
And the fear that our spirit kills.
For the first time, our own desire
Made itself felt in Beldon's cleansing fire.

Our hero, Beldon, never died.
But bade us, in some years, farewell,
And away on the sun's light did ride,
And none can say where he may dwell
Not seeing him from that day to this.
But our world and our pride are his,

And together we search the sky,
And pray to the sun-god that it be so:
That the spirit of Beldon never die,
That when it comes our time to go,
We be as brave before the black
As he who drove the sidhe lords back!