The Garden of Lir

Dydd Mercher~ Eirwen ~ Ionawr 19

We know they are the many and we are the few, at least for now.
Peace will never happen because war and avarice are all too prevalent.
So to war against them to find this so called peace makes the whole idea of it obsolete.
I dance and cavort with Glynn into the night while we celebrate our new beginnings, these will be times our ancestors can look back on, we will be heralded as the ones who brought forth the sun and a bright new dawn.
I watched on proudly as my people climbed trees, destroyed the cars with human bones and dared Jesus Christ to strike us down.
We are the wolves! We fucking roar and I started this all.
I will be a legend, I will make people talk about my deeds hundreds of years from now.
I demand quiet, I have made a decision!
Calmness.
I tell my people with this new beginning we need a new Queen, and of course her compliant King.
I put myself forward and oppose any challenges.
No one argues and it's agreed.
With the crowns of human skulls on our heads we deem ourselves Queen and King of the Pagan Sun.
This is Wales, who have need of true royalty, it is me and Glynn, we kiss and toast our success.
Tomorrow we continue on as we started.
Aye I understand there will be casualties on our side but we move on in the morning to find our next usurpers to join our royal court.
Everyone celebrates with us and I am looking to make an even bigger statement next time, eleven dead 'pigs' isn't enough to make them take us seriously.
I turn and see a shadow by the one of the trees, I squint because I am high on something, I don't know what, hahaha.
The shadow has dissipated, it was probably a badger, I love wildlife but there will need to be regular sacrifices now to appease Lir!
Once a year I will demand a human sacrifice in the name of our Goddesses and Gods, it is a meagre price to pay for freedom.
We sleep.
As dawn arises we are awoken by more fascists in their white steeds and their their stun guns of purity.
Out come their shields of justice and pepper spray of the Holy, don't forget the hounds of heroes.
They must not know who we are, while a few of us are stunned or downed by dogs we are too mighty and destroy this next brigade of officers, hacking them and their machinery apart.
They are nothing without lethal force.
'Sacrifice this dog!' I haul it up by its collar as it still whimpers and slice its throat open drinking from it while it chokes to death on the claret.
My subjects each drink from it and cake their faces in its excrement.
We cook it, eat it and move on.
Glynn is making a habit of collecting human skulls, I prefer the dogs myself.
'Will we be able to sustain and find more people to join us soon enough? Eventually the guns will come and the numbers will increase against us!' A voice asks, Wort.
'Worry not, time to move, we will find them and they will come to us!' I roar and everyone follows suit.
We stick to backroads and find our next hideout, it's not too vast but it will do for now.
'The mountains of Snowdonia!'
'The Forest of Wentwood!'
'The Teifi Marshes!'
'No not the marshes you idiot, there's nowhere to hide!'
I hear everyone's ideas, Glynn doesn't care, all he thinks about is sex, the kind of man I can easily control.
People are joining our cause, they have had enough of authority figures too.
Nightfalls and nowhere to hide up.
We see a farm in the distance with the light on, I point and lead the way.
They will have us as their guests or they will pay the price.
We all park up outside and one of the men bangs on the door, a child begins to wail, I loathe the sound.
A man answers it and refuses us entry, says he knows who we are and to leave immediately or he'll call the police.
He is told he has two options, to join us or die.
The farmer keeps shouting and refuses to listen to reason.
I have people storm the farm, it now belongs to us.
Two hours later we are ready to snooze by a warm, crackling fire.
No more wailing do I suffer.