Hang on, stitching together your page...

Aeronwy, realizing

Then it falls to me to fight this fight

Then it falls to me to fight this fight

Aeronwy, finding conviction

find the firm and frightening conviction,
need to make myself the contradiction.

find the firm and frightening conviction,
need to make myself the contradiction.

Aeronwy, righting wrongs

No one else will turn these facts to fiction,
take these wrongs and make them right.

No one else will turn these facts to fiction,
take these wrongs and make them right.

Aeronwy, spying

Tossed about on this immoral tide,
I must find our way through murky spyglass.

Tossed about on this immoral tide,
I must find our way through murky spyglass.

Aeronwy, disparaging

Not my father—he is without compass,
lost, adrift. My mother was his atlas.

Not my father—he is without compass,
lost, adrift. My mother was his atlas.

Aeronwy, with knotted fists

I must now be moral guide.

I must now be moral guide.