Hyfrydal
Had a few drinks. Wrote a pagan hymn for Solstice/Pride. In case you want once of those.
Honestly I've felt the lack of something set to Hyfrydal for years now, it's a relief to have that fixed.
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Praise the Father of midwinter
Who begets the Conquering Cold
Praise and pity too the Vagrant
Stretch to him your hand, to hold.
Void yet virile, unchaste yet childless,
Take away the heat of our days
Till we stand like thee unsweltering
Harsh midsummer's hostile gaze.
Praise the Flame of Many Colors
Proudly kindled within our heart.
Praise the fallen, praise the risen,
Praise the Courage they impart.
Ever changing, rearranging,
Truth transforming to truth more Brave.
Burn thou away all that is unworthy
Of my soul, the best the save.
Praise the sunset: wolf and father,
In the utmost west enthroned.
Ever patient there, to greet us,
There to name us as his own.
Final refuge, Rest From Grieving,
Blessed the evening I reach thy shore
Where I shall shed at last my burdens
To be thine forevermore.