The Coming of Christ

The Christ-man comes. 
Garbed is he in solemn robes, the fire of holy purpose in his eyes.
He comes to convert us, to sway us from worshiping the old gods, and following the old ways, honoring the Tuatha de Danann, the fae, who are all around us, though the bite of Cold Iron grows deeper each year as our people spread.  He looks upon our traditions and dismisses them as superstition at best and at worst, worshiping and trafficking with demons and vile spirits.  He claims there is but one true way, through his martyred god, his Christ. More people listen to him now.  Times are hard, and they cling to what comfort they can find.  The old ways are dying.  It will not be long before they are all forgotten, subsumed by the sacrificed god, gazing down from his wooden cross.