Why are you troubled, flower-face? Do you not know how men’s hearts quicken at your approach?
Why do you sigh, flower-child? Do you not see how his eyes turn stormy grey when yours are filled with sorrow?
Why do you worry, stardust maiden? Do you not hear his heart break each time you look away?
Why do you grieve, fy mlodyn bach? Do you not know how fast the flowers wilt? What was golden, turns pale, what was white becomes grey. Nothing is forever, rhosyn, no flower stays young and fresh for good.
Do you not know, blodyn derw, how fast death catches up with flowers?..Enchantments cannot hold it off, rhosyn. Nothing can.
Hear my voice, erwain, bloom – bloom and remain fragrant, for mine is the will and mine is the magic
Blodeuwedd, Blodeuwedd, flower faced child of wonder, it is not him who is enchanted- it is you…
Where love runs dry and the words turn bitter, spring succumbs to cold. Where hatred rules, no magic dwells.
Blodeuwedd, Blodeuwedd, do not turn the tide against yourself – be true.
Be true.
Be true.
Be true.
Into the Unknown 
Wonderful piece!!! Blodeuwedd is a fascinating figure in the Mabinogion. A woman conjured to life from flowers, subject to the will of others, who rises against her oppressors in the end to fulfill her own desires.
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Fascinating yeah. Although I wouldn’t call them oppressors exactly…
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Well, mainly Gwydion along with Math created her as a lover/wife to Lleu Llaw Gyffes, deciding what the purpose of her life would be and without considering the fact that Blodeuwedd might develop her own wants and desires. They didn’t even give her a choice.
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They were acting for the greater good. Mainly for Lleu – although I can agree with the point of not asking her in the first place. But I feel for Gwydion too much to call him an oppressor)
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