Elven World Book I: Return of the Tuatha de Danann


The Tuatha and their leader Lugh
Once roamed the Emerald Isle
Until one day the mortals came
Their souls without a smile

They could not hear the music
Of Nature’s symphony
A harmony that’s only
For those who do believe

So magic in a moment left
The Earth that very day
When the Tuatha dé Danann disappeared
From the land where they longed to stay

As fast as a blink of your eye
They could not be found
For they’d traveled to an Other World
Far, far underground

For thousands of years they lived
In bright caverns under the sea
In castles covered with lava rock
Their souls longing to be free

Tír na nÓg, the Land of Youth
Where purple rivers flow
Another dimension, a way of life
With magic they’ll always know

Beneath the waves there was no chance
To taste the Earth’s blue sky
So the enchantment was forever sealed
Never again could they fly

In time their magic faded
Their hopes and spirits dimmed
Their lovely world turned dull and grayed
So it has been said

You may have heard of them in stories
As Faeries or as Elves
But, Oh, my friend, you do not know
The truth behind themselves

Far from garden ghosts or winged lights
Or sparkling apparitions
The Elven people are alive today
It’s not a superstition

Where and how and who are they?
Questions you may ask
The answers now I’ll give you
That’s my very task

It all began some time ago
When Lugh the Shining One
Took action though he wasn’t sure
Of how it could be done

So here is his adventure
With his friends today
The restoration of a mystic kingdom
Of the Elven and the Fae

The story of the Tuatha dé Danann
A romance of the soul
How the blood coursing through your veins
Is Elven blood that makes you whole