Following the Hunt

I follow the hounds,

red-eared,

teeth bared.

I bound through the brush,

leaping like stag,

and follow the call of your hunting horn.

O’ Gwyn ap Nudd,

Leader of the Wild Hunt,

I dance through the trees with you,

comforting the souls that come to your care,

knowing when my time comes,

I will journey to Annwn,

safe in your arms.