Lugos

{Lugos (or Lugus) is a celtic god who is in part seen as a triad. He is also related to Odin of the Norse mythology. In Ireland as Lugh and the festival Lughnasadah takes place on Aug 1st in Lugh's honor. The below is the beginning of what could be a long poem, my try at an epic perhaps. It is founded in many of the stories that I know or have read about Lugus, Odin, and Lugh, and I'm hopeful that I can add more to it soon.}

I.

Once there were three brothers

no that’s not right

Once there were three men

no that’s not right

Once there was one man

Yes one man

Yet and Yet 

Sometimes he was old

old and wise as a grandfather

Or as a homeless wonderer

wearing a ragged cloak

Knocking at your door 

with a knotted staff

in the dead of night

or during some terrible storm

In he would come, weary, torn

He would eat your porridge

sleep before your fire

morning would come with him gone

Yet and Yet

Sometimes he was young

young and laughing as a child

or some orphaned cherub

with a wicked grin

Knocking over the old men

Stealing apples in the market

found sleep in the hay of some barn

Morning would bring his laughter

back over the dewed grass

Yet and Yet

He was neither young nor old

He was both old and young

Wise as the eldest

declining in the winter of their age

Strong as the warrior

full of valor as the heros of old

a man in the prime of life

with the wisdom of the older

and the fearlessness of the younger

Yes, Yes, Yes

Once there was a man

And he loved me

Once

II.

When I was a old women

sitting on my porch

he came to me as a young child

laughing at my wrinkles

wondering at my creaks

When I was a young girl

playing in the fields

he came to me as an old man

Cried at my freedom

wondered at my prancing

When I was a women

neither young nor old

He came to me as a lover

Charished me only

wondered at my aging

III.

Winter comes again

with the blistering wind

Winter comes again

a lion roaring out

a dragon of ice

a ghosts falling dread

Winter comes again

without you by my side

without thy steal sword

without thy warm hand

without you by my side

Winter comes again

Winter comes again

rushing in from the north

gathering his sister bitter

calling his brother cold

Winter comes again

Winter comes again

and Lugos comes to me

Lugos full of light

Lugos full of shadow

Lugos fully wise

Lugos fully young

Winter comes again

and Lugos laughs

IV.

During the festival of fires

we danced as lovers

around the flames

between flame and shadow

Between flame and moon beam

wise and young 

beautiful and lovely

together among the bonfires

we danced and sang

Oh! Lughnasadah

Oh! Lughnasa

Oh! Lughnasad

Of festival of lights

Of harvest and good things

To Lugh we sung our thanks

With Lugh I danced and sung

He came as an old man

Danced as a young man

left as a child laughing

And I was left weeping

in the smoke of dying flames

As the smoke blew to heaven

And Lugos laughter 

rang back to me over the hills

Oh Lugos, when will you come again?

Oh when will we dance among moon and flame?

Oh when will you come and stay?

Oh When will your strong arm

wrap itself around me again?