A Song of Taliesin (Revised & Expanded)

I was a grain of wheat
In Cerridwen’s belly
That grew into a man.
Gwion Bach devoured,
Reborn with a radiant brow.
 
She sought to inspire
And I was inspired.
Inspiration meant for another,
But fate had other plans.
 
I stirred her Cauldron of Awen,
Its contents burned
Opening eyes and mind.
 
I was there
When the universe
Was a white-hot grain,
And will be there
When it is an ice-cold cloud
Spread thin by time.
 
I was there
In the valley of Rhun,
Before the years had been numbered,
By the shores of sunlight
When the fair ones
First gazed upon the trees.

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The Raven and the Eagle

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The legions of the Eagle come
To the bless’d Raven’s home,
Shackled the land and the people,
Burning their sacred groves.

Eagles live in Aeries of gleaming gold,
Yet covet a raven’s humble tents,
Thirsty for glory and hungry for power
For no sake but its own.

Yet the Raven resisted, fighting
Alongside the Lion of the north,
And the Dragon of Red,
Refusing to go quietly
Into that good-night.

The Eagle placed the Lion
Behind a guarded wall,
For fear he might get bitten,
Or crushed by a mighty paw.

The Dragon and the Raven
He smothered together
Under the yoke of his love,
Until the day his aerie collapsed
Under its own bloated weight,
And all that was left to fear
Was the coming of the Blood Red Dove.

9/4/18