-- by Kirk S. Thomas
Rhiannon's Child, we call to You
Who by Your Mother slept.
A great Claw through the window flew;
To darkness You were swept.
Lord Liant found You near the door
When Claw was severed through,
He raised You well 'til You were four
And loved You as You grew.
But he returned You to the Court
When he perceived the Truth.
Your Mother, now, with his support
Can name Her growing Youth!
Anxiety Removed!
Come to us now, O Prince so brave
That we may be improved!