Y llew,
Y ddraig ar' blaidd,
Rhwng naws ac saws suriol,
Cadair idris.

Gwen glawiog
Pam clydodd
Diancrwydd, frainc.

Dan lledar e'i felt,
Noson dianc.
Rhag dy fodiau,
BYDLONDEB.

Gwen a fina
wrth tamad
Bur,
O' dy adloniant bywiog.

Nol at y blaidd,
Y llew,  
A'r ddraig,

A finau,
Yn hedfan,
Ar adenydd,
Llonydd.

often times I find myself thinking we've learned to speak the ambivalent language of love well to fluently. Too much is expected of integrity so it left. The dejection of our hearts leaves us with a watered down version of ourselves loathing on sight our perspective is just an unhealthy juxtaposition of a realm and reality. Fighting for what we thought was right can lead to fighting on the wrong side.