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.
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