Excerpts from Cerddi Taliesin

An Elder crafts Fae just as man crafts a chair A tool or a puppet, but never an heir Now living, they wish for a Maker to care But bored with the building, they’re cast from the lair Like a toy, set aside when the playtime is done No warmth but the soft, distant touch of the sun Truly poor comfort for a life just begun Resentful, they seek not to be merely one Rage bids them tear free of the bindings of fate Claws deep in the flesh of the Realm, they create They aim then to build themself one equal mate Instead, comes a being of starlight innate

Spurned by their maker, they spurn babe in turn But a creature so simple, it knew not to yearn Their loneliness festered and started to burn They cast aside starlight, so desperate to learn Their knowledge and fury was etched in the stone Imprisoning Hope that was never their own, And hidden there with it, the prayers of the lone, To someday be welcomed back into their home And starlight was faithful, so pure and so true It guarded their writing as vines and grass grew The author long gone, seeking love’s vibrant hue But the glow of the Wisp keeps their memories through