Under Llys Don ever watchful gaze, there grows a child of worth

Her Celtic past flows deep and fast, a princess from her birth

Bloodlines settled, long ago, herald in some changes

From forest wise, the river deep, up to lofty mountain ranges

These playgrounds of her vivid mind, imagination wanders, to reach the past, and hear the sounds of souls, captive, so much longer

With mystic charm and Celtic cloths of, linen lined with gold, she fills her heart with darker thoughts, of legends born of old

Ciara, answers to the world, for powers she was given, and finds her way, bit by bit, to join amongst the living

In depth she has no equal, for her mind is ever sharp, at night, in sleep she seeks the wise, the mages of eons past

Huge dragons, at her bidding, magicians lend their hand, she seeks the ancient wisdoms, joins a growing band

At Stonehenge she was present to watch all the rituals, Camelot was lots of fun, but she hasn't time for rules

Uther stood before her, Excalibur in hand, and I hear he offered her a kingdom, to take him as her man

But onward, ever running, for her, time goes on and on, the way is getting clearer, but the journeys ever long

So bow to this Ciara, a legend been reborn, the druids friend, until the end, their passing she did mourn

Ciara, Celtic princess! ... bell towers toll the gong ... and scribes like me record her deeds, in poetry and song

(Llys Don - Mother Goddess)

Goddess of Fertility (Cassiopeia) - Ancestor of the Tuatha De Danann