Fair And Flaxen Maiden (Mother Lode)

A fair and flaxen maiden,
Danced her reel beneath the moon,
To the sound of minstrels playing,
She danced away to the merry tune,
Her bare clad feet fell lightly
Upon the meadow's lush green grass,
Her steps were fleet and flighty,
In the trance of her skittish dance.

She wore a crown of daisies
Weaved through her auburn mane,
That swam softly on the breeze,
As she danced to the music played,
Her dress, adorned with flowers,
A scent that did endorse the notes,
That sung their song to nature
To conjure up the mother lode.

At the crossroads of the ley lines,
In the centre of the standing stones,
Where spirits don't conform to time,
And ancestors are heard to moan,
The bonny lass was chanting
The lyrics of an unknown song,
A melody enhancing
The beauty of the midnight moon.

The druids with raised hands,
In their praise of the ancient ones,
Joined with the maiden's chants,
To sway in time to the ancient song,
A flame of burning fire
Cast dancing shadows to the night,
To weave their blind desire,
To melt away from sound and sight.

Afloat on the crescendo,
The maiden spun through the air
In magic innuendo,
To the Gods of this solstice fair,
A homage to the ancients
Who sowed the seeds the future holds,
To don the meadow's raiment,
Nurtured by the mother lode.

Then just before the dawn of day,
When all the revelry did stop,
The sun, she rose to spread her rays,
While all the folks looked on in awe,
The druids and the chantresses,
The minstrels and the crowds,
Watch the splendor of the solstice,
As the flaxen lass lay on the ground.

The fair and flaxen maiden
Had danced the Dance of Death,
A sacrificial virgin,
To the lode of Mother Earth,
And then the druids raised their staffs
To chant the song of life,
Up stood the fair and bonny lass,
From her symbolic sacrifice.