by Geraint Lloyd Owen
Here at the edge of night
They slew Llywelyn.
Never shall we forget.
The stream that I see here
Llywelyn saw.
He stepped upon this stone.
Here at the edge of night
The enemy drew near
Unseen. All happened here.
Here where I am now
Blood-bespattered grass
Cradled his head once.
Here is our memory.
Here, the air we breathe.
Here, just now, our birth.
Last updated November 13, 2022