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Summer De Graffham

    So sit you still and listen you good here I’ve had to miss out a repeating but tweaked but as the page forum won’t let me post as it’s too similar, sigh…

    Ceridwen is tired, a hard ridden hag
    As she ponders the plight of her people gone bad
    Light sucking ugliness, souls lost so deep
    Blindness to beauty as Mother Earth weeps
    Our prophecy begins by the mirror of the sky
    Tranquility ruined by Greed`s raucous cry
    Ceridwen peers dismayed and aloof
    She will try to revive humanities Truth
    Gathering about her the spells she will need
    Hate, Envy, Destruction to the cauldron will bleed
    The nature of mankind is a thrice noxious brew
    A self-blinded cadaver in charge of her stew
    For a year and a day to stoke of the fires
    Entertained by tongues of half truths and liars
    A veil of self ignorance obscuring his view
    Mankind did just as he felt he should do
    The flames hard roasted the ice capped potion
    Past gaseous tipping points and tropical oceans
    Corals were bleached, animals were vapourised
    And still the truths from mankind were disguised
    More fuel to the fire, stir thick and good
    There`s money to burn when he runs out of woods!

    Un noticed and small by the cadaver`s feet
    Sits Childhood, a boy still innocent and sweet
    His task is to stir, the blind ego`s shadow
    To mimic and watch passage of Earth to the gallows
    The desolate ruins are his to inherit
    Whilst smiling gladly at his forefathers` merit
    Ignorant to much that once would have been his
    Lost word, lost songs replaced by “business”
    Whispers in the air, the joy of the stars
    Choked out by fumes and fouled by man`s cars
    Smogs and deceits, pandemics and riots
    With mankind at the helm a self centred pilot
    A Pavlov`s response to the microwave “pings”
    The child reaches up to grab plastic things
    A thrice daily delivery of sugar and junk
    Fake foods, additives, his health truly sunk
    A tear from the Sun fell true, fast and clear
    Liquid gold elemental caused the potion to sear
    Molten fury the cauldron`s celestial whiplash
    As scalding drops onto Gwion`s fingers quickly splashed
    Three fine drops of Ceridwen`s spell
    Reducing the last to a toxic residual well
    The cauldron breached as a whale to the stars
    As it escaped from is poison as two broken shards