One, two, three…

One, two, three…

Ravens are circling above me. Higher, lower, higher again, their feathers purple, black, indigo, silvery-grey.

One, two, three…

I should have known you’d come. Your hair dark as the night – or is it the rain that made it so?..

One, two, three…

Out of the mist you step, your cloak billowing in the wind behind your back. Out of Annwfn you come, waters splash at your feet.

One, two, three …

Is it sea foam or is it stardust on your clothes? Diamonds strewn over black leather, velvet and silk, diamonds dust your shoulders.

One, two, three…

Your hand grips the reigns of black and silver. A horse, pearly grey, steps calmly out of the foamy sea. Its mane a cascade of silver and opals.

One, two, three…

How long has it been, my Lord – a year and a day? Day turned to night, winter became spring, the summer leaves are no longer green.

One, two, three…

Will you spirit me away again, my Lord? Will you grant me one more night with your host of hunters? Or will it be a cloak of raven feathers to hide me?

One, two, three…

My liege, my Lord, my king. My Prince of mists, my midnight song, my raven winged companion, my mentor and guide…Won’t you shelter me?..

One, two, three…

Keep me safe, fy brenin, keep me strong. My shining one, white king of Tylwyth Teg, my forest Lord, keep me strong.

One, two, three…

My winter king, my Lord of Nos Calan Gaeaf, my master of the Hunt, the one who sees all, bless my day and my night, don’t let me fall.

One, two, three…

To you I sing, and all my songs are yours. You I see, and all my stars shine again. Take me away once more, to your seat at Cadair Idris, to your Tor at Glastonbury- don’t leave me now.

One, two, three…

I’m ready,my Lord.