Il était une
fois..
Listen to the waves
Crashing against the shore
Remember Gradlon the brave
His city is no more
No one could escape the wiles
Of Malgven, Queen of the North
Her red hair flying wild
As she rode her sea horse, Morvarc’h
His shriek spewed fireworks and flame
King Gradlon
forgot Cornouaille
As they stayed together at sea
The king forgot the man he used to be
Malgven and child was now his family
But soon, it was time for her to leave
For she was not of this world
Their princess, Dahut he cherished
With her, he sadly returned
Riding
Morvarc’h to Cornouaille
He built the grandest city
At the edge of the wild seas
At Ys, Dahut grew up to be
Indomitable, wild and free
The sea
threatened to break in
A dike kept guard night and day
Its single gate and single key
Was kept by the king always
And all came to
marvel at Ys
The wild child Dahut,
so fair
Grew up like an enchantress
She drew all to her lair
She killed all her lovers
Until a Red
Knight came one night
Dahut could not take her eyes of him
He shone, brighter than the light
The waves came crashing
A storm, broke
out, within
He taunted
Dahut to take the key
He led her by the hand to the gate
So that they could walk out to sea
So that they could defy fate
The sea entered
the city
Threatened to swallow Ys
Gradlon climbed his steed
To save Dahut, his one and only
But Morvarc’h trashed wildly
And Dahut fell into the sea
Back where she belonged
And there she remained free
By then, the city was gone
Dahut continued
to kill
As men and ships came close
A morgen, an enchantress still
Chaos wherever she goes
And she finds
her way often
To her city beneath the sea
Ys shall remain sunken
Until the bells stop pealing…
And she sings, oh! How she sings...
Le fin
Thank you Dr Georges Voisset for introducing the legend of Ys to me.
By ninotaziz
25th July 2012
Copyright 2012 © ninotaziz
