Tell us a tale of the Awen
of those radiant three golden Rays
From above they shine upon us
Tell us a tale we Pray!

I will sing you a song of the Awen:

So flows the sweetest river of them all
the banks pristine crystal where do I tread
A Chalice forged of earth raised to my lips
my thirst with bee-spun nectar here to slake
So beats my frenzied heart within my breast
with naught to dread I voice my own request
Awake arise from slumber crimson snake
Between Beyond the now to fade and slip
as blazes forth the flame from mine own head
So bring I forth this word to great and small
To seek to find to dare to go to know
to be as one with blesséd Awen`s Flow

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