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
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