Three Curses
Verse 1
Turning Castle sacred shore,
Stepping through an oaken door,
To a hallway deep within,
There my Mother slowly spins,
Still her hand, see her stand,
Questioning her brother who I am.
So replies great Gwydion,
This boy before you is your son,
I reject this shame you bring,
The shame is but a tiny thing,
Eyes grow dark, fingers spark,
Curse is sung, and I would not be free,
I decree this destiny,
To never be named unless given by me!
Verse 2
Gwydion he cast a spell,
A ship was formed where seaweed fell,
Our shoes they were beyond compare,
My Mother came to see our wares,
That was when, lands a wren,
A stone it left my hand, strong and true.
For some lowly artisan,
The Fair One has a Steady Hand,
So up speaks great Gwydion,
Sister you have named your son,
Eyes grow dark, fingers spark,
Curse is sung, and I would not be free,
I decree this destiny,
To never have weapons unless given by me!
Verse 3
Years they passed, a boy no more,
Poets came to my Mother’s door,
A phantom army sailing near,
Gwydion told her have no fear,
Our decoy, arm the boy,
And thus she gave me sword and shield.
As the armies they drew near,
All the warriors disappeared,
Then up speaks great Gwydion,
Sister you have armed your son,
Eyes grow dark, fingers spark,
And thus my Mother laid her final curse,
I decree this destiny,
You’ll never have a wife from the race of this Earth!