Awen

In the forest, by the stream

Where nature reigns and spirits gleam

There roams a goddess fair and kind

Awen, with magic in her mind

She brings the inspiration bright

That lights the fire in hearts alight

Her words, they flow like honeyed mead

And through her voice, the truth is freed

The bards and poets, they call her name

For her gift of verse, they seek her fame

She cradles their souls, like a gentle breeze

And whispers secrets among the trees

Oh, Awen, muse of ancient lore

We sing your praises evermore

May your light forever shine

And guide our hearts to realms divine.

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