Ysbrydion Eryri

He loves me, but I see you unclean hag.

Living quarters have been carefully selected, my protection paramount.

To be wed is to make a play for peace in our land of valleys, in our time of glory.

We unite the people, let the mist that divides us roll no further.

But as the seasons reveal themselves once more and the celebration of our knot approaches, I now feel bound by this tower.

I see uncanny things from my lofty vantage.

A dog with no master.

A spring from which neither beast nor man will drink.

Those who would cross the valley on all fours.

Rain-soaked hag, leave me be.