I was a grain of wheat
In Cerridwen’s belly
That grew into a man.
Gwion Bach devoured,
Reborn with a radiant brow.
She sought to inspire
And I was inspired.
Inspiration meant for another,
But fate had other plans.
I stirred her Cauldron of Awen,
Its contents burned
Opening eyes and mind.
I was there
When the universe
Was a white-hot grain,
And will be there
When it is an ice-cold cloud
Spread thin by time.
I was there
In the valley of Rhun,
Before the years had been numbered,
By the shores of sunlight
When the fair ones
First gazed upon the trees.
History of Britain
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Note: This is an excerpt from a larger project that I have been working on for many years concerning the mythical and legendary history of Britain.
Excerpt from
Antiqua
Historia Britanniae
(The Ancient History of Britannia)
by Emrys of Carmarthen (c 390 CE)
Edited by John W. Leys
They came from beyond the horizon, perhaps traveling on sunbeams across the heavens, and settled beyond the north wind. The Eldar, the elder races, who inhabited these lands long before the advent of mankind. Tall and slight of build their delicate features radiate an unexpected sense of power, intelligence, and beauty. Though they are said to have a lifespan several times that of a man, their lives are said to be significantly shorter than their forbearers, who were said to be practically immortal, barring accidents. Whether this is due to, as some claim, interbreeding with mankind, or merely a sign
of entropy’s ever-increasing hold on our world is ultimately unknown. Called the Ælfar, a name thought to be related to the Latin word album (white) due to their pale complexion and the glow they radiate, their ultimate origin is a mystery, even, it would seem, to themselves.
John W. Leys 