Two faces to match the boar, ruthless and red, with regards to Pierre, "each man in his time..."
We will start with the harp, then into this Pagan first, from the version by Robert Graves, as I remember it. "I am"'s inter-changeable, or to be added as they fit. This seems a good way to begin, close as we are to the country of bards.
The Song of Amergin
I am a stag of seven tinesa flood across a plain
I am a wind on a deep lakea tear, the sun lets fall,
I am a hawk above the cliff
a thorn beneath the nail,
a wonder among flowers
I am a wizard! Who-but-I
sets the cool head aflame with smoke?
I am a spear that roars for blooda salmon in a pool
a lure from Paradise,
I am a hill where poets walk,
I am a boar, ruthless and red,a breaker threatening doom
I am a tide that drags to death,an infant, who but I
peeps from the unhewn dolmen arch?
I am the womb of every holtthe blaze on every hill
queen of every hive
shield for every head,
I am the tomb of every hope.
Does anything stir - Ancestral voices!