~*shining Bow*~

O "shining brow" O of the Rheghed O of my spirit precision. O legend told of Taliesin, O steal the liquid poetry mead ofTruth Powerful liquor the shamaness hid. For she will chase you wild upon the hunt. O contest be of transformations, O Gwion Bach in shifting form, O harmonised so potent shamaness. O fair boy in form of grained wheat O shamaness, becoming the hen, Swallow him, Birth to him as sweet a babe O resurrected she takes fair infant, O sewn him into sack and cloth O cast him windward upon the ocean. O fine a prince would bring him back. O Taliesin named you "lovely forehead." Catch me a wind to my Swans way road Inspire me my darkest Awen A dwelling of heaven to me is told. For here I swim amid the silver salmon. To learn free flowing darkness, upon the light. For I the whistle would bring him back. For I the thistle wood sing him back. By Gelidia Moon/|\Wulf Copywrite 2008