Breuddwyd Rhonabwy from Mabinogion by between

Guide me,
Though you twist words,
Where are we?
Where are the birds?

Where are you leading?
Is that Pendragon’s court of
Caerleon?

See Arthur at his chessboard,
He plays Sir Owain
while their armies are at war!

My lord, please stop,
Don’t kill my ravens!
But he just frowned and said,
“It’s your move.”
Well then my lord I’ll sic my ravens
on you, on all of us,
They’ll scavenge all the carrion
from our souls!

The King crushed the chessboard,
He stood and declared
throughout the land
That the war was over—
that’s I awoke!

Sometimes I still have visions of their wings fluttering above…

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