Orddu, ‘Very Black’, 
Last Witch of Pennant Gofid,
the Valley of Grief where the grief-crows
still flock over your bones.

A cup for you 
for the first time
in 1500 years poured.

Even if I offered a cup a day 
it would not make up for
Arthur’s draining of your blood.

I have bled enough 
and the time has come
to be strong in my heart –
I will not fall to Arthur’s sword.

I will pour a cup for you,
Orddu, Orwen, Ogddu…
for all your ancestors 
back to Eira, ‘Snow’.

I will restore the tradition
of the Inspired Ones of the North.