• C #AtoZChallenge EclecticEvelyn.com

    C is for Celtic Soul

          There is a night that calls my name. Deep in the woods The fog creeps through the trees. I hear the call of the ancient souls The wolf howl and the laughing crone. The foxfire trips over fae wings And whispers tales of old, The Sidhe and Tuatha De Danaan Dining on their plates of gold. ‘Tis ancient as my soul I hear ‘Tis nothing wrong, no woe ‘Tis just my ancient Celtic soul Calling from long ago. Click here to see all my A to Z Challenge posts