In realms of old where legends reside,
A tale of enchantment, let me confide.
Of mystical beings with powers untold,
The Tuatha Dé Danann, their story unfold.
Born of the goddess, fair Danu divine,
These noble folk with radiant shine.
In Ireland’s embrace, they made their stand,
With magic and wisdom, at their command.
Nuada the king, with his silver hand,
Led the Tuatha Dé Danann across the land.
Lugh, the skilled, a master of all arts,
With spear in hand, he played his part.
Brave Dagda, a warrior wise and strong,
His cauldron of plenty, never wrong.
And Morrigan, goddess of battle and strife,
With her dark magic, she shaped their life.
Aengus, the love god, a heart so pure,
His songs of longing would surely endure.
Dana, the mother, gentle and kind,
Her blessings upon them, forever entwined.
They wielded weapons of ancient might,
Sword, spear, and stone, shining bright.
In battles fierce, they fought with grace,
Defending their land, protecting their race.
But time’s relentless march took its toll,
As the Milesians arrived, with a warrior’s goal.
In the Battle of Tailtiu, their power waned,
And the Tuatha Dé Danann’s reign was restrained.
To the Otherworld they retreated, their fate,
A realm of magic beyond the earthly gate.
In sidhe mounds they dwell, forevermore,
Where the fae folk frolic on the emerald floor.
Yet their memory lingers in ancient lore,
The Tuatha Dé Danann, forevermore.
In whispered tales and bards’ sweet song,
Their legacy echoes, vibrant and strong.
So raise a glass to these mythical kin,
The Tuatha Dé Danann, who dwell within.
May their enchantment forever inspire,
And keep their ancient flame burning higher.
