Thyawhyn

story by: Rhys Thomas
Written on Jul 09, 2024

Eus passýs llẃm-kállighan tref, Bengi Þyawhýn akóran lef ýr kíblaiþor ýn ýr r̥áne:

“Ap pfoit, Þyawhýn, ðilwsh n̥ash dreheðýs Kórfen ýr Týr.
Dergh, Þyawhýn, þaig̊ís bádo dord.
Trestan, Þyawhýn, Gwiþy’r R̥áne ý forð trófa týr n̥waiþ.”

Þyawhýn, gola kíblaiþory lef ý derghan hij á Kórfen ýr Týr.
Sureð, ýn bádo llígan warragh, án ana lir̥ána ap fyost ýn ýr karighán traigh.
Þyawhýn, derghan ýn bálo a dan a mar̥an.

Trestor bu’whið án Gwiþy’r R̥áne, Þyawhýn llígallon hij á spa’w ýn bálo.
Bador n̥ash, ýn mar̥an serfigána ý greðynar y waþ.

 

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