Only art can bring back that which should never be touched:
grave goods, treasures of the mound
and bottomless lake,
Like you, my lord,
they are beautiful and cursed,
filled with spirits who haunt us with wishes that shall never be.
Sword of Nodens, Spear of Lugus, Shield of Brân,
your mother’s secret jewellery,
the Golden Ring
by which you are bound
to fight your enemy,
and just as deadly
as the battles of dragons.
As a great black dragon you watch over the dragon-spirits within.
Only art can bring them back and for those
who touch your terrors reign.
*This image of a dragon’s eye is from a birthday card my aunt sent me last year. It reminds me of Gwyn-as-dragon and is blu-tacked on my wardrobe, overlooking my writing desk.