It's not prose, but it's going to be something which is ongoing/work in progress - is this the right forum?
Of course, help very much appreciated - and indeed very much needed
I will be aiming for about 30 verses
in Rhyme Royal form - ambitious - you bet it is 
The Dragons Spirit
1
One thousand arias afore the prophet came
was the age of iron that dawned.
The kinfolk labored in the fields of flame,
and dark tunnels of death were spawned.
Many were lost to the dust adorned;
would have been void of deathly limit
if it were not for the courageous Celtic spirit.
2
The tongue of the Keltoi was whispered,
the land was awash in glorious song.
Brythonic words free and belletristic
from Anatolia to Emerald in throng.
Victorious and free with aplomb,
the spirits lived among men
juxtaposed all the same, now, as then.
3
The Druid alone he presided,
and the gods came down from on high.
The Guardian of courageous souls had decided
to plough the fields from the sky.
The fiercest warrior shrilled a war-cry
In battles of peace for the land of the learning,
amid abounding feasting, loving and yearning.
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4
The general marched with legions promised
upon the fields of courage and freedom.
The warriors Celt did vanquish, admonish,
the legionnaires, the Roman heathen,
away did go, without a reason.
With amour proper the tribes awoke,
The dragons tongue had bravely spoke.
5
The prophet came and stayed not long
but sowed the seed for strife and greed,
sent legionnaires to the land of song,
on paths of destruction the word, the creed,
did sow, did poison, did plant the seed,
and houses of death were built so strong
in the bastille of the druids prong.
6
The melys land was a regretful story
with recrudescent evangelizers
basking in glory.
The noble gods hid with sympathizers
and reemerged in dreams of surprises,
in prose and song a nation reborn,
with revenge and glory duly sworn.
7
The word was mightier than the sword
with great gifts bestowed upon the bards
Brythonic tongue transformed afford
and spell was cast in fragment shards,
doomed nemesis in weak facades,
poetic scriptures for saints and lord
to slay sais serpent with royal sword.
8
Spirits and saints joined hand-in-hand
and summoned the Llans from the dust.
The saint of all saints was born to the land
and the heavens rejoiced in glorious just
when Dew consumed the heretic lust.
The valorous Cymbrogos, druids of steel
discovered the enemy’s Achilles heel.
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9
The warriors of Merlin the magic seer
fought Teutonic invaders with courage and pride
and truculent glory devoid of fear,
a chorus was sung when pagans died
who could not run with nowhere to hide.
And the Cymry ate triumphant in glorious feast,
rejoicing, in slaying the satanic beast.
10
Six hundred and sixty four arias did battle resume
whence the false prophet was chanted to dust
a Cymry spirit in heaven consume,
as messenger of magicians trust.
umbilical spirit of Britons adjust
was severed across the sea.
Decisive crime in this time by the heathens in Whitby.
11
Together in heart but smitten
the great dyke offered hope and permanence
etched forever the land was bitten
bracing dragons eminence
castles fortified in regretful prominence
the battle not ended but only begun
the Saxon foxes did surely run.
12
Black Viking thwarted by Gwynedd king
to dust was sent the pagan black,
rejoice and merry skies did sing
the Cymry land they could not sack,
courage, pride, ardour not lack.
Victory and joy did bring
Rhodri Mawr, the Gwynedd king.
13
Merlin summoned a Prince so brave
and bestowed upon him the gift of nation,
the sovereign soil was his to save,
the Cymry spirit in adulation.
Mercians fell with consternation,
asleep in their graves in the dust of the dyke,
a moment of glory was revered respite.
14
The great law of Hywel did protect
the children of the land.
Few joined with evil King defect
partners and servants at hand.
Welsh fortress wept and turned to sand
The dragon was wounded deeper
by the spear of the keeper.
15
From inferno’s heat,
justice of heaven proved best,
with the serpent beat,
the Dragon summoned bards to his chest
to celebrate chairing in the west,
to the melodia of harpists and pipers breath
the dust danced in the tunnels of death.
16
Fortresses of sinful dark magic grew from the soil,
fornication scorched the land dire,
the demon forced the dragon to toil
then breathed glorious fire
onto the towers which rose on higher.
When the false king relented to the Prince,
the dragon stood proud in acquiescence.
17
With his lords from the east
came the apocryphal king,
aided and summoned by Judas the beast,
whose mercenaries and vagabonds did bring
a sword to cut the tongue of those who would sing.
The dragon dismayed by void of reason,
bled deeply from the wounds of dirty treason.
18
The alien words of Rhuddlan did belch
from the iron ring fortress deprave,
the heart and the soul was ripped from the Welsh
and the old souls screamed from the grave.
The old way replaced with laws from the knave,
Sais justice and taxes, Longshanks and law,
the future looked bleak and culturally poor.
19
The red and white books preserved tradition
in story telling and Celtic tales.
The Mabinogion, the perfect rendition
for all you need to know about Wales.
Pryderi, Branwen, and others in annals
with romance, myth and Aurthurian treasure
ensuring Wales would be known forever.
20
Poetic wonders warmed saddened people,
such as Dafydd ap Gwilym, true master of art,
with words as divine as any church steeple.
Llywelyn and Iolo Goch were a part
of the word which justly refused to depart.
Celtic love and romance and nature and beauty
were written, recited as the poets duty.
21
Llywelyn ap Gruffydd was not the Last
as Madog the Prince prepared to sing
against Edward The First and his deeds of the past
and penchant for taxing any moving thing.
The schiltron at Moydog failed to save him
and was taken by Havering to London Town
again subserviant to the Englsish Crown.
22
From Ifor Bach came Llywelyn Bren
a short-lived rebel from south of the land
who played his part against the King’s men.
absurdly charged with treason at hand
for besieging the sais with his brave Welsh band.
taken to Cardiff and duly slaughtered
in the keep of the castle; hung – drawn and quartered.
23
Welsh spirits were raised by Owain Lawgoch
descended no less, from Llywelyn the Great,
the Gwynedd House man wanted rid of the sloth
to claim his birth-right as the Cymru primate.
Welsh breath was held with hope it’s not late
and the soldier prince named Red-Hand
set about retrieving the melys land.
24
Word traveled far and awoke dragon sleeping,
revolted , reviled and so very riled
when Merlin carnated Glyndwr for the keeping,
Cymry in spirit and soul reconciled
with glorified uprising pure as child.
With the aid of the dead ones,enemy endured
a sweet, sweet journey to purgatory assured.
25
Wild and exotic wrote the great English Bard,
ruled by Emotion and Magic,
he had had quite enough of the sais façade
and the story of Wales that was tragic.
So he rose like a star, was so acronyc,
never speaking his name - taboo,
enter the fray; Mr Owain Glyndwr.
26
The Stratford Bard did sum Welsh King…
"at my nativity, the front of heaven
was full of fiery shapes, of burning cressets,
and at my birth the frame and huge
foundation of the earth shaked like a coward."
This was the fate of Glyndwr who did sack
all English castles and claimed his land back.
27
The true King reigned at last,
and a great feast was readied
ending the fast and ghastly past
consumed by the great ones steadied.
Celtic Princes and allies from afar aread,
the dragon rejoiced in delight
triumphantly feasting all through the night.
28
Merlin held a banquet and humbly received
gifts from the deities of ancient time,
Zeus of Olympus, Cronus and Rhea conceived
feasted on the offerings of the warriors fine,
the fate of the old ones were all entwine
as they filled their bellies with meat from the dust
and wine prepared from the rivers of lust.
29
Andraste, Goddess of victory praised
King Arthur and Arawn, Masters of other worlds.
Taliesin of Bala, Tegid Foel and Ceridwen raised
wrote magical praise of Glyndwr so bold
as the old ones emerged from tunnels with gold,
the darkness lifted and victory revered
as ties with the sais were finally severed.
30
Dark traitors turned the tide in Brecon
and stole the land from the dragons grasp,
Sion Cent poured scornful reckon
and the mortal and vain were bitten by asp,
false hearts upon did arrows cast,
piercing the breast of Cymry pride
and brave, true men, in glory, cried.
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– me included…I mean to use Llan in the sense of a village/community (but could be a church to – but lots of them – as in village Celtic churches) 
– as in St David – but God/Duw is an interesting alternative….particularly as I may have a problem introducing Dewi here , because the historical time line may not be quite right….but in saying that – I didn’t want to introduce him as a physical person anyway – only as spirit…
