The Bard

I beat the time to the rhythm of life I bring peace where once was strife I sing the praises of the mighty and the bold The mean and the wicked do I scorn and scold I've drunk of the cauldron belonging to the crone I've been reborn from the womb of stone I know the sun who gives warmth and light I know the horned one the hunter of the night My mother is the earth, my father is the sky The spirit of my music will never die I know a horse, a great white mare She lives on the hillside where the earth is stripped bare I know the forest and all who dwell there From the mightiest stag to the baby hare I know the owl, white ghost of the night Wise and old and silent in flight I know the badger, striped face and grey coat I know the fox, the weasel and the stoat I knew the wolf, the boar and the bear Where have they gone, do you know, do you care? I know the wren perched high in the tree King of the birds and a good friend to me I know the salmon who leaps the weir In knowledge and wisdom none other comes near I've sung of the king of the past and yet to come A dream to a few, a nightmare to some I knew the archer, guardian of the wood He was the dark man hidden by the hood I've told of the lion with the steady hand And of the Lady who is one with the land I knew the king with the silver arm A mighty warrior he kept his tribe from harm I sang a lament for a mighty queen Who fought against foreigners greedy and mean I know the tale of the far-seeing sow I'll tell who escaped from the ghost in the howe I keep the tale of he who won the ring The song of Taliesin is mine to sing So who am I? What am I? That is up to you Ask me no more I'll not give a clue

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