The elder goddess

Behind the fields the elderberries shine;

at sunset they will glow in deepest red

Look up! The goddess is not dead.

Her work continues, magical and fine.


She draws no other night in our wheeling year

the guardian curtains from the fences other side
and never seems the veil wide open like tonight.

Sudden moving places give us scare and fear.


We hear the screaming voices from beyond the fence

in deadly laughters, songs from haunted thing.

Creatures, unknown with their weird dress and face


stroll along towards the deepest well in place,

grab with their claws and force then in their ring

the one who's curiosity was stronger than his sense.

 

 

The german translation kindly look up:

www.edition-hollerbusch.jimdo.com/mytholgisch-und-mystisch/lyrik/