Theodwita

I am Theodwita; keeper of the lore of my kin
I know the treasured lore of centuries
I know of our heroes, our battles and glories
I know of our cowards, our defeats and shame
sI know of our dead, celebrated and sung
I know of our dead, forgotten and gone
I know of the passings of seasons and days
I know of the moon, of the heavenly orbs

I tell of the days that are gone
the battles, the joys, and the sorrows

I sing of the days yet to come
By my songs should I be remembered