A Battle - Gwydion

Rows of men, in restless lines

Air still echoes, death signs

Not yet flown, from emptied halls;

Footsteps falter, crumble, crawls

Steady are my horse’s hooves, as I spur him on

The alder sprigs held high, on the left, at dawn

Arawn rules Gehenna, by blood blessed

Brân is your name, warrior of the shining crest

Some of them were cast away

On the fields of fight

Because of holes torn in them

By the enmy’s might

Eerie voices lingr, last;

Final choices, feared, now lost

Devastation drains, renew

Still bodies strewn-knotted knees

Nor the high gods who ever lived my fight

My enemy and hope;

demons for fright

A dispute breaks!

The divine Amaethon

Death within my grasp, planning aggression

Silver scrolls of birch bark

Record the roots of trees

Sycamore;

timeless oak

Faceless king of a thousand years

I shall not see a world that will be dear to me

Summer without flowers

Kin will be without milk

Women without modesty

Men without valor

Captures without a king

Woods without mast

Sea without produce

Wrong judgments of old men

False precedents of lawyers

Every man, a betrayer

Every boy a reaver

Son will enter his father’s bed

Father will enter his son’s bed

Son will deceive his father

Daughter will deceive her mother

An evil time!