'Irish Ballad #1' © by Vonbek 1997
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IRISH BALLAD NO: 1
by: VonBek
Come lass, and join me at the fire
And witness magicks that doth transpire
At the weary stroke of midnight
When all is welcomed save the light.
Only the flames can show the way
To the lost isle of De Danaan
Where Dagda sits on massive throne
And speaks of kings already gone;
Nuada of the settlers first
fought with those of blood's thirst,
And slaying Eochaid, lost his hand
To the gory blade of their best man.
So Eirinn raised its second man
To rule the meadows of the land,
While once-king Nuada mutely retired
To have a shining silver hand fired.
Breas, though a great warrior be,
Was not the man for the kingly duty.
So Eirinn sent out the rousing call,
'Its boorish king, Breas, must fall'.
Nuada Airgead Lam (Silver Hand)
Chased the shamed king from the land
Back to the isle where his father roamed,
Where salty seas against high cliffs foamed.
And war betwixt these nations two
Was fought on plains of grassy dew.
Nuada slain by the Evil Eye;
Though he was fated to also die.
Lugh, the hero of Eirinn's war,
Slung the stone that killed Balor.
And so a great king became he
A king who knew his solemn duty.
Only the flames can show the way
To the lost isle of De Danaan
Where Dagda sits on massive throne
And speaks of kings already gone.
Come lass, and join me at the fire
And witness magicks that doth transpire
At the weary stroke of midnight
When all is welcomed save the light.
VONBEK
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