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Mereddin
Winter, 1993
Mereddin and Menya agreed when they met for the second time in 1992 to write a song about each other, since they'd both written many songs but never been the subject of one. Menya presented this to him the next time they met, almost two years later. It seems cryptic, but is based on his personna history and the peculiar bardic bond they share.

Mereddin, dark raven, grey storm clouds are brewing
Fly high on the wind in the still of the night
Though dark shadows haunt you, your goddess is with you
Fly swiftly, Mereddin, beloved, to me

Oh once you were handsome, with rainment of silver
A joy to the ladies, the ruler of men
But then came your calling, and came your downfalling
Fly bravely, Mereddin, beloved, to me

Oh men call you evil one, doomslayer, kinslayer
Fear not their hatred, and hate not their fear
Their barbs cannot reach you while darkness enfolds you
Fly freely, Mereddin, beloved, to me

No mortal can fathom keen sorrow of prophets
To know each man's fate when you look in his eyes
To gaze in the Tarn and see your own dying
Fly softly, Mereddin, beloved, to me

The head of Thorvaldr you carried before you
A dark bird of carrion with blood on your wings
Let no mortal judge you, unless he be blameless
Fly freely, Mereddin, beloved, to me

Mereddin, dark raven, I long to go with you
To share joys and sorrows and walk by your side
But your dark wings take where I cannot follow
Fly swiftly, Mereddin, beloved, to me