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Summer De Graffham

Ceridwen was whole, a hag with no strife
I, Gwion, grew inside precious new life
As the adder and birch shed their treasured rich skin
I too shed mine to re-birth from within
A shining beacon to be born nine months later
Ceridwen`s mood softened, my mother not hater
My birth bag of leather enclosing my face
Never to drown, as an ark for my race
Reborn thrice over, a wielder of fate
Taliesin I am! To challenge your hate!
Look close to your Truth and the course of your actions
Or Earth becomes cauldron and splits into fractions
Your noxious brew fuelled by commerce and greed
Drives your spurs in the hide of malevolent steeds
The light of the world lies dying, untended
Whilst your actions make recipes that should never be blended
Do not be cadavers, blinded and idle
With Plague, Greed and Hunger you should not sidle
Should you fail to heed the point of this story
Mankind will die as you kill all of Earth`s Glory.