The Terradraconis Saga: The Tale of Myfanwy – Book 3

Kaira ran to Cedwyn, to be greeted by  

a vision in a dress of red roses, head held high 

as she spoke to the queen and Cedwyn knelt, 

staring at that great woman, sword drawn from belt 

and planted in the ground before her, power 

overwhelming, making Kaira wish to cower. 

Sweet was the fragrance that filled the hall and 

foriegn the tongue that was spoken as her hand 

was taken in Cedwyn’s and he professed his love 

to the Lady of Roses and timid as a dove 

she offered her name to him, Myfanwy, “my dearest”, 

“my beloved”. And her eyes were of the clearest 

shade of green anyone on earth or heaven had seen, 

her hair dark as earth, smile sweet, and the queen 

saw a perfect match for her son, though of what line 

Myfanwy was of, she knew not, only that divine 

 power illuminated her face and speech, 

A beacon of hope from the gods’ reach. 

And the gods bestowed a gift upon their ears, 

to understand her words, dispelling fears. 

a language ancient, now clear as day, 

in their hearts, her voice found a way. 

through divine grace, their minds attuned, 

to Myfanwy’s speech, like a sacred rune. 

Thus, they spoke with ease, no words misheard, 

bound by love and the gods’ whispered word. 

Thus, it came to pass that Myfanwy began 

her life in that land, courted and hope came to man 

once more as their fortune began to turn 

and Cedwyn’s heart continued to yearn 

for her. She spoke kindly to him and the dance 

of courtship continued, till Cedwyn made his advance 

and knelt before that heavenly woman dearest, 

took her hand and prayed her love sincerest, 

with heart of truest love and admiration 

for her grace and mercy brought hope to all creation 

in that kingdom and to his soul. None could bring 

him joy as she, and he presented her with a ring 

of gold and ruby and garnet, shapely and delicate 

With diamonds like stars, the metal’s intricate 

design twisting and swirling like stems woven into 

a crown for small forest sprite, glistening with dew. 

“’Tis the will of Ieaba that I shouldst marry thee 

that together our hearts shall forever be free. 

That with blessings from above, our union shall be sealed, 

in love and faith, our fates are revealed. 

But heed my words, keeper of my heart! Trials this 

way cometh, dark and dreadful, and our bliss 

shall be short. Already, I sense this, and light 

fades as the sun sets o’er the mountains and night 

comes bringing unclean things upon its wings. 

I see him, that evil Prince that still clings 

to power, but ‘tis a power of more malice 

than this world hast known. It drinks of the chalice 

of darkness of which the world came and would  

drag us to its deepest depths if it could. 

But nay, ‘tis not its fate, for it has yet a  

Different fortune, and my path does not go that way. 

My path is uncertain, the end dark, but I 

will cherish what sweetness comes to my 

good fortune as Ieaba wills it. Yet, 

I vow to face whatever trials are set. 

With courage and love, we shall stand strong, 

Together we’ll face what may come along. 

For in your arms, I find my light, 

To guide me through the darkest night. 

So let us cherish each moment we share, 

With faith and hope, beyond compare.” 

And Cedwyn smiled and put the ring on her finger 

and kissed her rose red lips, but a shadow did linger; 

for in the depths of his heart, he knew the trials ahead 

but for her love, he would face what was said. 

Hand in hand, Myfanwy and Cedwyn, a match 

made by divine will, walked long through that patch 

of roses where they had first met, through the woods 

bright and lush, and he for a time ignored his moods, 

the ache that plagued him, twisting and turning 

like a dagger in a wound, with sadness burning. 

But he would not forsake her, his Lady of Roses 

and gazing into her eyes, his pain reposes. 

That night, they departed, her to her quarters, 

him to his, believing himself the greatest of courters. 

He told Rhiannon, and his mother smiled 

for a saint whom the people loved was best for her child, 

and Kaira, sweet sister dear who had prayed that that Lady 

comfort Cedwyn’s pained heart, ran to the shores of the wavy 

sea where the ships were sailing in, bearing her lover, 

the mariner fair of face and demeanor, and his brother, 

to tell of his friend’s betrothal and coming marriage 

and they were glad there, and went to encourage  

him and Cedwyn was glad in the company of Eirwyn 

and Arawn ap Aled and was lifted up as by griffin 

wings of myth, oh! happy, glorious day that it was. 

But short it was, for in the mountains of the south, the jaws 

Of death were coming with the snows of dreaded winter. 

Until next time,

M.J.