2005-02-21 - 8:08 p.m.
Elegy for Carmel
My lord was a warrior born,Though his mother remembers him differently.
Proud in carriage, his head held high -
A prince of place and his people.
He was loud in praise of life -
He ate and danced and loved and fought
Like a king arrayed with banners -
Every day a springtime of joy.
But he has heard the call of
The Summerlands, a call that I
Cannot follow, weep as I will.
My lord is gone; my brother;
My kin; my little lad; my
Big boy who stood so tall.
Never forgotten. Never lost.
And in my time I will follow his
Step, and listen for his call...
My little one,
The world was too small
For your heart.
Ochre
Padraigin
Ruiadh
Amalinc
Natashka
Crow
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