A Midsummer Tale

I've previously alluded to my inability to the 'connect' with the Sabbats. Being raised in a non-agrarian society and not directly living off the land, I find it difficult to relate the traditional mythos and traditions of the Sabbat with my spiritual and physical life. Additionally, I have found that the traditional narratives that run through the Pagan community tend to be more Goddess-based than God despite being solar holidays. It's almost as if the action of the God in the Sabbat myths is nothing more than backdrop whereas the action of the Goddess is the most important. Being raised in a patriarchal religion, I find the feminine bias in most modern Pagan myths to be just as unrelatable. So, I've decided to write own!

Originally, I wasn't going to post it until it was finished. But, this is supposed to be a place for my thoughts and the "crazy in my head", so I guess it's appropriate that I share here what I've been largely preoccupied with, no? I think each Sabbat is going to be a short-story and each short-story will begin with a poem. So, without further ado, the beginning of "A Midsummer Tale":

A Midsummer Tale

My son, my son,
Thine time has come
For e'ry boy
Must end his run
Through oak fulsome
An' blesséd joy.

My son, my son
Thine time has come
A man doth wait
For it's begun
Calm an' fearsome
He knows thine fate

My son, my son
Take heed advice:
To put an end
To spritely fun
Thine sacrifice
Must we attend

As you can see, I'm not a talented poet but these aren't really meant for an audience; they're meant for me. And, I'm sure you can also see that the b-verse in each stanza is giving me some trouble.