First Entry in Blodeuwedd’s Agon
Blodeuwedd the lady of light, born of the flowers meant to delight.
Blodeuwedd lady of the night, ever piercing is her sight.
Born to a cage of sunlight, she would know flight.
Made to slip a tynged, she proved sharper tongued than makers wanted.
Blodeuwedd chose not the sunlit path, well worn and warm.
Blodeuwedd chose the path of stag and thorn, the ways between brightest day and darkest night.
Blodeuwedd is your name, to choose is your right.
Blodeuwedd, may we choose as you have chosen, in the dark and in the light.
(by Wynn Dark)