Lady of Flowers Ii
She’s crafted from flowers of May,
A bride for Lleu; a wedding day.
Meadowsweet and broom, blooms of oak,
The powers of love they evoke.
Gwyddion and Math saw the need,
In this, their will they would succeed.
In mysteries of the new moon
Could love have come too quick, too soon?
For the hunter, he stole her heart
And of this love she couldn’t part.
A love that led the way to death,
As death turned to an eagle’s breath.
Banished from day evermore
She flies at night where the owls soar.
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