To Lugh
By Sara

Oh, Lugh of the Long Arm, appear to me in the mists,
Let your golden rays embrace the land and melt the crystal tower.
Youthful warrior take aim, strike the eye of Balor in his final hour.

Sword-shouter, fierce striker set the sky aflame,
Set your magic spear to roaring and release your hound of war.

High King skilled in many arts, the Bright One with the Strong Hand,
Born of prophecy, who has travelled across the waters and the land.

Throw the flagstone to the mountains; pierce the heavens with your spear,
Command your hound of mighty deeds to turn the spring waters to mead.

Mighty sorcerer and poet play upon our hearts,
Like your golden harp let noble notes ring out throughout our spirits.

Champion and craftsman, skilful smith and swordsman,
Whose clever wits forced the doors of Tara open,
Open our hearts and let our hands reap the harvest,
Let the bounty of the fields and the flashing flame of courage fill our souls.