May this be the mound of Arbeth

May this be the mound of Arbeth, where wonders are seen,
or blows received.
May I know wonders.
May I see a woman on a white horse, slowly riding,
swiftly riding,
waiting for me to ask her to stay.
May I see Rhiannon.
May she lead me to the Otherworld,
to share the feast of the Shining ones,
to sing their praises, and drink of their cup.

by Ceisiwr Serith (David Fickett-Wilbar)