Little Rabbit's Glen

Baying hounds,

the sound of hoof upon earth,

you ride through the night,

gathering the souls of those whose time has come,

and one day,

O’ Lord of Annwn,

you will come for me.

My soul will be wrapped in your embrace,

swaddled like a newborn babe,

and carried to the Otherworld,

to fields and forests,

to dance among the trees.