gwyn ap nudd
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Hunter of my Heart
O’ Lord of Annwn, your hounds bay in my heart, leading my soul towards a brighter day. Your strength inspires me, and your wisdom makes me wise. For it you who I write my prayers to, who embraced my broken heart, and helped piece it back together, like fine china restored. O’ Gwyn ap Nudd,…
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Calan Mai Comes
You fall, scorched by the Son, taken from us for now. I mourn, head laid low in sorrows, though hope stills in my heart, for I know you will return, hand in hand with your beloved, to come another day. The cycle swings in a circle, summer to winter, departure to return, and back again.…
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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…
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Dancing with Souls
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…
Little Rabbit's Glen 