Donnerstag, 15. September 2011

Arianrhod Spins


Spinning the threads
Of life and of death
Entwining the strands
Measuring them, cutting them
Changing the colour
And changing the moods

Go round, wheel
Go round, wheel
Gentle and smooth

There’s spinning the lady,
Arianrhod the fair
With a wheel made from silver
And from glittering air

She sits in a tower
Of spiral and curl
Placed above seas
That dabble and purl

There she spins fortune
There she spins fate
At Caer Arianrhod
Behind Annwn’s gate

Kommentare:

  1. Hail thee, EAHUI,
    Most beloved of warriors,
    Sixth thousandth of the guardian wise,

    For thou, most learnéd of spirits,
    Are the champion of the wheel,
    And the guardian of Annwn´s whirling
    Swirling star.

    And thus the wheel shall turn preserved
    Beyond the iron lock,
    Beyond the copper spokes,
    One root in the water,
    One root in the whirling stream,
    The second in the darken earth,
    In the ground of dark tranquility,
    The third in golden wings
    The third borne on the wind,
    The mill shall mill forevermore.

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  2. :)))))))))))))))MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

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