There was a full moon, a perfect lunar eclips,
here in the north the night was very dark, with mists creeping slowly into the fields
no full moon to see, no sun rising on the horizon,
I was thinking of this pagan song:
Silent night, Solstice Night
All is calm, all is bright
Nature slumbers in forest and glen
Till in Springtime She wakens again
Sleeping spirits grow strong!
have a wonderful Alban Arthan celebration!