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A grinning mind-house .     gave birth to me
Pain was the coin that paid that price
Blows shrewdly given shared amongst all
I have been the wolf wild in the woodland
I have been the acorn striking from the oak
I have been the falcon flying above the folk
I have towered above all a rock many times triumphant
I have wielded swords scythe-like sweeping
I have reached the sky climbing with verdant skill
I have lost my name but none fail to know me
I have held tridents with trampling cavalry
I have been the trillium tracking doomed prey
These things and more throughout my time
I have become. How, then, am I called?

Rhodri