LEAVE ME, GO In the corpse light of the night, you’ll know something isn’t right. Rarely seen, but always heard, blurred, disembodied, absurd. Cyhyraeth, is on the prowl, Don’t look now! Turn a deaf ear, if it’s death that you fear. Cyhyraeth Messenger, of ‘Undead’ ignore her wailing in your head. As she howls, through winds, and growls “Can I come in” ? Cyhryraeth exhumed from our Celts, the Holy Grail’s burial home, of Welsh. Ghostly, skeletal, spectral phantom, take heed, she’d hold you to her ransom. Have you been warned? Eternal damnation will be yours, if you answer to her three calls. Be sure to confidently reply, “I do not want to die” Leave me, let me go, there’s no one at home” Run for cover under, pillows and sheets, this hag of mists, you don’t want to meet. Herein lies the twist. “Never challenge death, with a pillow fight, or be prepared to handle the reaper cushions” Am I right? Victoria Healing ~ 18.10.2020 LEAVE ME, GO!
the Cyhyraeth also sounds for Welsh natives dying far from home.
The Cyhyraeth: Meaning “skeleton, “spectre”, “death-portent”, “wraith”) a ghostly spirit in Welsh mythology, a disembodied moaning voice that sounds before a person’s death.
The noise is said to be “doleful and disagreeable”, like the groans and sighs of someone deathly ill, and to sound three times (growing weaker and fainter each time) as a threefold warning before the person expires.
The Cyhyraeth is a Banshee-like spirit from Glamorganshire, Wales.