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The Eve Of The Hallow By Paul McCann |
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Here the story begins on the night on the eve of the
Hallow . Back in a place where crows picked maize from the fields and crops grew among the blackstones on the battlefield of Drambo. The crops had returned to the fields but only after the blood of many had been spilt and left to dry on the stones of the battlefield . Stories where told as old as the hills themselves about the days when the crows had picked over the corpses that lay lifeless and still on the blackstones of the battlefield near Drambo . Some speak of the spirit woman who transformed herself into a crow and led an army to pick the bones of all the slain who had fallen in battle . In the centre of the field stands what is left of a
place that was once called the brave castle Drambo . Now there’s no
one to know what had happened long ago .since those there found no mercy
had spared them the breath to speak of their plight
on that dark rainy night as the rider approached from the west .
. As memory serves me well , the story I’ll tell of
the horseman of Castle Drambo . On that dark rainy night the white horseman rode by
with a hunger in his belly
that spoke . So he stopped for a bite and a rest if you like in the
castle where the laughter filled the halls . As the wall torches were extinguished
the shadows relinquished to leave the marble halls for a day and
a half . But that very night the King was vanquished by a cold
cruel deed that saw him bleed at the top of the stairs ...
They all blamed the stranger and the white horseman
was laid to a place where he lost his head .
But the fact of the matter was that some other had slattered
the King at the top of the stairs . It wasn’t long after when it turned to a slaughter
as the horseman himself had
returned with his head in his hands and a long list of names for he
vowed not to forget one of them . On the eve of the Hallow in the ruins of the castles,
food was laid on the tables and in jugs red wine
was filled to the brim . As those that were left to mourn, gave an offering to
those who had gone . It was on the eve of the Hallow they said that the
spirits of loved ones return to feast for a while and to bring back a
smile to the faces of those who they love . Now it was also said that some souls of the dead
could not rest until justice was served as many who were robbed or
cheated or mobbed had to
bring a deliverance of wrath . As it was on that night when a headless horseman in
flight took all life in the Castle Drambo . The End |
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