Goddodin Eternal (Winter 1987)

[An ode to the Goddodin as inspired by the Welsh poem.]

Well, my friend, the time has come
To, for this life, go apart.
Though circumstance be glum
Soon the battle shall start.

We have fought long together
Through many a cold night,
And scorching hot weather,
Learning to cope with the Fight.

Our way has been hard,
But in the past we had a chance;
Now our hope is dreadfully marred.
As many pray, we look askance.

Face the truth we dare not,
That the enemy is more powerful
And that we are a doomed lot;
Our hearts hang high but sorrowful.

O'er the field I gaze,
Seeing the enemy chariots towards us race
With harps a'singing, their spirits to raise.
The moment's upon us, Death to face.

So with the ring of unsheathed steel,
And the brandishing of trusty shield,
I look ahead with reserved zeal;
May bard-sung be the deeds of this field.

My friend.... I die. Goodbye.