I Am Cerridwen

I am the keeper of the cauldron, Where a potion I do make. A potion of wisdom and knowledge For my son, Afgddu, to take. My daughter Crearwy, born of light, Fair and lovely is she. My son, so dark and malevolent, Was offensive for the eye to see For one year I have been preparing a brew To give wisdom and prophecy As a gift to my son to compensate For the ugliness that is he. My powers of wisdom and prophecy I would, with my son, share. To give to him when the moon is full, From the cauldron waiting there. My servant, Gwion, was stirring the pot And best laid plans went awry. On himself he spilled the potion And with his new found wisdom, did fly. For Gwion has fled, he knows I give chase And he hides in many forms. But I change as well as I hunt him down And I've become the hen, to his corn.