Rhiannon’s Ride

Описание: Rhiannon’s Ride

Moonlit roads in Dyfed land,
Pwyll walks with open hand.
Night is whispering through the trees,
Carried by a distant breeze.
Then she comes in silver light,
Riding soft across the night—
Rhiannon in a glowing stride,
Calling him to walk beside.

Run with the rising wind,
Feel the world begin.
Heart of a wandering king,
Bound to fate and wing.
Pwyll, in the shifting tide,
Follow her radiant ride.
Two souls in the turning skies,
Born where the daylight dies.

Trials rise like broken stone,
Shadows test the heart alone.
Honor shaped in ancient ways,
Spoken through forgotten days.
But her voice is steady flame,
Calling gently out his name.
Through the stillness, through the storm,
Love becomes a guiding form.

Run with the rising wind,
Feel the world begin.
Heart of a wandering king,
Bound to fate and wing.
Pwyll, in the shifting tide,
Follow her radiant ride.
Two souls in the turning skies,
Born where the daylight dies.

Guitar lines shimmer and bend,
Drums in patterns without end.
Dreams and kingdoms intertwine,
Time unfolding in a sign.

Run with the rising wind,
Leave the fear behind.
Pwyll and Rhiannon stand
Holding ancient land.
Night falls on Dyfed’s shore,
Still their spirits soar—
Carrying the silent flame
Through every whispered name.

Under the shifting moon,
Love finds its tune—
Echoing soft and wide
On Rhiannon’s ride.