Arianrhod

O'er yonder travel fast, seek the future; name the past. Dance the circle of mushrooms fair, spend ye night in Arianrhod's glare. In the village come quick, grab the shovel; grasp the pick. Track the Fairies as they bloom, witness the inevitable doom. Swift now 'cross the path, bottle the fairies; as they laugh. Sprinkle dust on ravens hair, suffer under thy magics air. Soarin' now on the wind, grasp your feathers; keep them pinned. Cross the bridge into the hall, travel along under granite wall. Quickly now up the stairs, gaze the maiden; fair of all fairs. Battle the dragon grasp thy sword, and the wizard of un-kept word. Wipe the smirk off thy face, lose thy life; with passing grace. Watch with dulling, dieing eyes, as thy maiden transforms, thee lies. Fell the touch on ye brow, hear the words; bestowed avow. Feel the lose of your skin, become one thy enchantments kin. Aye! Ye with Scottish scowl, toss the skin; begin the howl. First line of the wolfen kin, be the first created in sin.