Cambrian Songs

In flames she rises from the spray, she's wove in waves and breeze. Rhiannon echoes o'er the bay, a lullaby to ease the pains in ancient grief's sorrows. She gently moves the wake and mountains tremble as she goes above the valley lake. Rhiannon rides in robes of white, where voices sing of old as stones, reflect the dark of night. Welsh Goddess to behold! The Lady of the darkest moon, and Queen of poets too. Her mystery in ancient rune to keep intentions true The gift of Cerridwen remains in magic's golden art as inspiration's finest grains and Goddess of my heart. The Cauldron keeper by the gate where I can seek her grace and Cambric tongue shall celebrate her smile upon my face