Excerpts from Cerddi Taliesin

Nameless Warrior, blade in hand, shall ne’er lay down her sword No foe too great or battle long to slow her as she roared For all her deeds and feats of strength, she surely was adored And every soul who watched her fight, their love they would award But even during times of peace, she craved the coming horde Nameless Warrior, blade in hand, she watches from afar Her wish for battle answered swiftly as a falling star From deep below spewed blackest mist and creatures most bizarre Now finally a group of challengers had come to spar She led a band of fighters there, brought to the abattoir

Nameless Warrior, blade in hand, trapped with the frenzied mob Her fellows right upon her heels, both hands and heads they’d lob Though penned, it seemed they’d win the day, as twixt the beasts they bob But through the Portal she caught sight of one she knew as Hob At slightest wink, she startled and her band began to sob Nameless Warrior, blade in hand, abandoned by her men Onslaught of beasts cut each one down till only she stood, then With grimace on her face she cried and swung her blade again A mighty crack, it broke from haft, and fell beneath the fen One final swing, the earth stained red, beasts scurried to their den Nameless Warrior, blade in hand, shall wield it nevermore The last to fall, yet first to freeze, an echo of before Her soul in restless sleep remains, beckoned still to war