The Death of Llacheu ap Arthur

By Asvasv (talk) 13:57, 30 December 2007 (UTC).Asvasv at en.wikipedia [Public domain], from Wikimedia Commons

This dark lake

Where is my son?
His broken head
Shifts in the sands of the lake’s bed.

Where is my son?
Dark water hides
Blood flowing cold in the lake’s sides.

Where is my son?
Fallen apart.
Bones ground with stones at the lake’s heart.

Where is my son?
Clad in blue mail
Faced fearsome foes on the lake’s trail.

Where is my son?
Lost out of reach.
Betrayed, alone, on the lake’s beach.

Where is my son?
His uncle’s hand
Struck false, he fell, by the lake’s strand.

Where is my son?
He walks no more:
Dead, my lord king, on the lake’s shore.

My son? My son?
He will not wake.
All hopes will rest in this dark lake.

Summer 1996, Lancaster.