)I hear a voice whisper, in a voice so clear, that when I close my eyes, I wonder who all can hear, but these poems are not my own, and yet are all I've ever known....
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Weave me a crown of Ash, Oak, and Thorn,
Bring me the flame from which gods were born,
Dance in the forest where faeries abide,
Sing to the Earth a lullaby
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Bring me the cauldron from whence poems are formed,
Bring me the storm from which I was born,
Take me to the Holy well,
Whisper a word,
A song,
A spell.
Bring me a Shadow from Light's Domain,
Show me the future once again
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In a thousand songs,
The Awen abides, forever creating,
Never will die,
Largest ember of the flame of One,
Forever your father,
Forever his son
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3 requests I have of thee,
Each of which involves a tree,
First the Oak,
A crown you must make,
Second the staff of Ash to take,
Thirdly I ask of the Thorn wood ring,
Bring me these three and forever I'll sing.
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Child of earth,
Listen to me,
You still feel the magic,
Within the tree,
You know well,
What haunts these darkest halls,
Yet have no fear,
When the night falls
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