Awenau hear me
aid my song
As I write of the one
who is ever young:
Maponos, the son
of Matrona – Mabon
Who from Modron was taken
out of the light of the World
Into the darkness of unWorld
he was Maponos and not-Maponos
When the darkness held him
and he held the darkness about him.
Matrona – who is Being – searched
but he was in not-Being;
She was in every place in the World
but he was in not-World,
So she went there, and Being
was not, and light faded from World.
. .
.
Who was it held the key
to release them? Many stories
Tell of heroes in the spring of World:
Manawydan breaking the spell
That lies on the land
for Rhiannon and Pryderi to return,
Cei and Bedwyr riding the salmon
to find Mabon and bring Arthur
To release him from Caerloyw
out of the darkness into the light.
.
. .
O Awenau, he is the one
who holds the harp, the lute, the lyre,
He is the one who contains your song,
He is the muse of Fire!
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