Cuchullain's Last Stand

Silent at first without a sound in the air

But my breath and tightening hand In solitude and fear I wait and I stare Into stillness around where I stand

An inevitable darkness blacker than night

Now a flame aglow ahead in my trance Moving quietly a speckle of glimmering light Gracefully gliding with Persephone's dance

The blaze is reflected on the steel I hold

On what trust I have brought at my side Unsheathed from the depths and abyss of my soul And prepared for the oncoming fight

Thunderous hooves stampeding with flare

The earth trembles from the oncoming storm In this darkness I knelt once alone and in prayer Yet this battlefield is still being born

The flame splits and becomes Demeter's two

Then four carried side by side Closer and closer unceasingly closer By torchlight these dark horsemen ride

Behold the undying unwavering force

Triumphant with destruction in sight Steady undaunted upon an ungallant course And prepared for the oncoming fight

I will not die this night or coming day

With such dread in my shivering mind The wounds will heal from this cursed fray As the agony retreats that I find

Death does not surrender to a man with a blade

Yet life is not taken by sword As Odin has given his eye in a trade Let the Valkyries come and the ravens explore

May Morrigan flap her wings for this host

The Land of Shadows and what deeds I've done May she remind me again of my own reproach I have buried my forgotton son

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