Draíocht na Muintir –by The Wandering Bard A few words of Irish for those who do not understand, dtús is the beginning, deireadh is the end and Draíocht na Muintir is the Magic of the People.  Our world is one of Magic.  We have made every attempt to classify and quantify that Magic, to prove that there is no such thing.  This journey of the learned fools shall be our undoing.  Yet if we completely destroy ourselves, the Magic that was once ours will still exist… At dtús the simply was – Muintir For the aid na Muintir The Draíocht became spoken Spoken it was in rhyme The Draíocht na Muintir simply was – rhyme For the aid na Muintir The rhyme became ritual The rituals were bound in time The Draíocht na Muintir simply was – rituals in time For the aid na Muintir The rituals became ceremonies Ceremonies found a need for priests The Draíocht na Muintir simply was – ceremonies by priests For the aid na Muintir The ceremonies became holy days Holy days found a need for feasts The Draíocht na Muintir simply was – days for feasts For the aid na Muintir The Draíocht became forgotten Full stomachs found no need for the Draíocht At deireadh the Draíocht na Muintir simply was – Draíocht For the Muintir were no more_____     Copyright © 2001 Daryl L. Chambers, Jr., "The Wandering Bard."   Page last updated 7 May 2006 Chalice by Robin Wood.   Copyright © Robin Wood 1997, Used with Permission. Ireland's OWN Logo and Website Design  by Míchealín Daugherty Copyright © 2006 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.