(Gwydyon King of Battles)
Who spake at Cyngor Penardd,
Felled the host at Maenawr Benardd;
And drenched Coed Alun in the flood
Of Dyfed's tears - of Dyfed's blood!
I at Nant Call
held the power
To slaughter swift a warband's flower;
And at Felenrhyd's bloody ford
Pryderi's life embraced My sword!
exulted in the clash
Of weapons as, like burning lash,
My mighty blows poured streams of red -
And sunset stained the
In twilight of My foeman's might,
Mine eyes and inner-soul,
With powers the Elder Tribes command,
Shot forth enchantment's fateful brand!
my foe in hapless plight,
As life-blood, breath and soul took flight.
With searing flash and waters' roar,
Pryderi's spirit forth did soar
To savour brief Death's bitter kiss
Then plummet through the black abyss!
(from Alban Eilir - The
and a Defod Dial -
Rite of Retribution)
Copyright © Gareth Pengwerin 1967