How many times have these words dripped from my lips to your heart
In the middle of night?
And how many mornings have I sat alone and dreamed if the days ahead?
These words like the rivers flow gentle aimless in the night sky. Pools of languid tranquility catching each verse and prose.
The bats know your name for I’ve called to the night and sent word and thanks to heaven for your arrival.
For what dark knight Blaidd Du does not deserve a rest after a thousand years of war and even more sleepless nights.
Such a fire burns deep in the heart and sharp is the spear I carry in your honor and defense. Hold tight dear fey for you’ll find me kneeling by your side in times of need, want and love.