Planxty Na Gwenhwyfar

Hist, my Lady: A Poem
To Honor thine far renown'd beauty
I call "Planxty na Gwenhwyfar"
And if you weep when you hear it
A spell will be broken, Stars will crash into the Ocean
And the Sword will be free of the Stone

Deep in the night: a Lady-In-White
Steps out of the shade into the Moonlight
That plays on the Waves
They break 'round her ankles
She sits in the sand
Gazing wild-eyed into the shimmering Path
And slowly they wash her away

The Thunderhead
Looming o'er Yon horizon
Is lighted within by a spark from the anviL
Of the Blacksmith Under the Mountain
Who is forging a blade with His Thundering Hammer
The Sword of the Troubadours is born this way

O Pirate, in the hour of the end of your reign
Do you think of your treasure?
Or think of the Pain in the face of a Maiden
Whose Lover is slain?
O Pirate, meet the Ladies: Ranger and Jane!

Hist, my Lady: A Poem
To Honor thine far renown'd Beauty
I call "Planxty na Gwenhwyfar"
And if you weep when you hear it
A spell will be broken, Stars will crash into the Ocean



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Writer(s): Nathan Perry
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