LLYWELYN CELCYNNON
by Modar Neznanich
Llywelyn Celcynnon full of hope.
Ye work hard all day an' near all nigh'.
Practicin' yur majiks and yur spells.
Wantin' ta help the common man, the workin' man.
Save us all fro the evils that roam the land.
An' who knows, per'aps ye can.
Llywelyn Celcynnon full of power.
Ye think yur majik will al' protect thee.
Well, the storm o'er Gwyngelli
That ye eased wiv narry a sweat drop
Tain't nuthin compared wiv the demon
Ye prepare ta face an' think yu'll break.
Llywelyn Celcynnon full of pride.
The hoary host o' that sulpherous pit
Will devour thee an' scatter thy bones
So far we'll stillbe ahuntin' come Michaelmas.
An' wha' for, I ask o'thee?
All cause ye want yur name in hist'ry.
Llywelyn Celcynnon full of life.
Fought well ye di' indeed
An' kilt that ungodly beast.
Layed it low with majiks unstoppable.
But not wiv out a cost indeed,
For thou alst laist on the ground, de'd.
Now your cairn reads:
Llywelyn Celcynnon full of hope.
Llywelyn Celcynnon full of power.
Llywelyn Celcynnon full of life.
Llywelyn Celcynnon full of pride.
Your name lives in history
But only 'cause ye died.
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