Bran

Form: Tawddgyrch cadwynog

The king stands tall
To save his child
A maiden mild
He gives his all

He heard her call
Her heart defiled
His temper wild
He went to brawl

Across the sea
A king did stride
No place to hide
He set her free

Wounded he be
And so he died
The tears she cried
More death we see

© JG Farmer 2019

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