The Lay of Llyneth, Bearer of the Sea’s Sceptre

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O’er cliffs where brambles twist and cry,
And foam-crowned waves meet a leaden sky,
There ruled fair Llyneth, sea-born queen,
Wi’ raven locks that cast their sheen.
Her sceptre gleamed o’ sea-carved stone,
Etched wi’ runes that none had known.
It hummed o’ power, old and deep,
A gift frae depths where secrets sleep.
In Caer Morwyn, high on the moor,
She kept her watch o’er the ocean’s door.
But storms did whisper frae lands afar,
O’ shadows rising to blot the star.
The Warning of the Fae
Frae the western deeps where the sun does fade,
Rose whispers carried on winds that frayed.
“Llyneth, daughter o’ waves untamed,
Beware the depths where oaths are claimed.
Beneath the brine where the kraken rests,
Lies an ancient curse that never forgets.
If ye tread the path where the dark winds sigh,
The sea will test ye, or see ye die.”
Yet Llyneth’s heart, wi’ courage bound,
Felt no fear frae the ocean’s sound.
“I bear the sceptre, o’ waves the key;
Let the depths rise, they’ll nae master me.”
The Journey Below
Wi’ a coracle wrought o’ ash and spell,
She drifted where the sea’s dread fell.
Through kelp-webbed halls where the merrows sang,
And caves where the echoes o’ lost names rang.
The fae folk gathered in moonlit spray,
Wi’ lilting tongues, their dirges grey:
“O queen o’ the sceptre, beware the grave,
For the sea, she loves not the bold but the brave.
Caer Sgeir waits, where Llyr once dreamed,
Wi’ halls o’ sorrow and treasures gleamed.
If ye seek to banish the rising night,
The sea shall test yer heart’s true might.”
The Goddess Unveiled
Then skies turned red as the winds did wail,
And Morrígan rose frae a shadowed vale.
Wi’ feathered wings and her gaze o’ stone,
She spoke in a voice o’ marrow and bone:
“Llyneth, bearer o’ sceptre bright,
Ye come to steal frae the endless night?
What price will ye pay for the sea’s cruel breath,
When her tides bring only cold and death?”
Llyneth stood wi’ her sceptre high,
Its carvings glinting ‘gainst the sky.
“I walk nae path for gold nor fame;
I guard the sea’s eternal flame.”
Morrígan laughed, her cry a blade,
And the sea around did twist and fade.
Yet Llyneth’s sceptre pulsed wi’ fire,
A song o’ power frae the ocean’s choir.
The Binding of Shadows
Wi’ a word o’ old, she raised her hand,
And light unfurled frae the sceptre’s band.
The Morrígan screeched, her shadow torn,
As tides withdrew frae the goddess sworn.
“Flee now, Morrígan, to yer darkened fen;
Yer curse holds nae sway o’er mortal men.
For the sceptre’s bond is fierce and true,
And the waves now heed a will anew.”
The kelpies fled, the waters stilled,
As Llyneth’s vow the sea fulfilled.
Her sceptre, bright wi’ runic glow,
Sealed the tides ‘gainst the shadow’s flow.