In my withering body, his essence pumps the blood
Through my heart, to my head, to instruct
His eyes through mine, glinting icefalls on the mountains
Peer at the frost-melt and with his cry, an avalanche sparked.
He needs not ascension, his privilege is to walk below
Greeting the cooling Earth with the Sun’s fire.
To accept him is to cast your chains to the fire
Iron melting, burning skin and boiling blood
Unnerving paths wait for me as I wander below
I’ll tear this place apart without his divine instruct,
Just as I did, before our membranes sparked,
Amid biting midges swarming the mountains.
In the Land of Lleu and Gwydion, as I climbed their mountains
I found you in the calm waters, in the candle-fire,
Amid old gardens and towers, imprisonment sparked,
Their stones your cosmic prison, your birth a rush of blood
And water from the old depths, left to your instruct
Where I sucked out sap from the roots below.
You asked of me a pure heart, but mine has sunk below-
For I died long ago in Eiyri, on the mountains.
When the snow cleaned bones at Creiddylad’s instruct,
I became a wraith and hid within the spitting of a bonfire,
And in the sight of fresh blood,
Curdling with my Awen sparked.
O Spirit of Life and Death, illuminate what I have not sparked,
For my fingers barely sprout from the rich below,
Faith’s drought evaporating the waters of my blood
Has left me barren as the tallest mountain,
Where nothing grows or thrives, save the destruction of a fire,
Scorching land with my wrath’s instruct.
You breathe through my blood as kindreds sparked
By life and death, spun at your instruct to reach the great below
Until the tallest mountain is submerged by the Sun’s fire.