Thy Ceridwen

Thou ceridwen beautiful and most fair seek thy knowledge in the witches lair- Keeper of wisdom poetry and creed magic moonlight carrier of the ravens seed- Creirwy, Morfan and Taliesin blessed children that you are gifts from the Gods as fallen stars- But my son Morfan his fate so sad to look upon his countenance really bad- A brew I made for my dear son so the people my child they would not shun- A year and a day so long to make but with my words inclusion his heart to take- But my servant I sent to watch over the brew foolish mistake for in doing this of the potion he did take- A rabbit he turned into and I a greyhound silently gave chase without making a sound- So he became a fish and into the river he went I an otter his life now spent- Foolish he turned into a bird so I became a hawk never getting weary not saying a word- Tired as he was into a grain of corn he became he should have realized he would never be the same- For I in my wisdom became a hen eating the corn in the sinners den- Nine months later a child was born I weary and worn but to him I could not make myself kill so I wrapped him in cloth and threw him in the water that maybe he might have a chance at life still- Found he was and so lived he to become the Poet Taliesin virtuous and free a great writer he shall be known for all eternity-