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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