Shadows of the past seem destined to haunt.
A feeling of ghosts stare at me - taunt
And cast a darkness across what I felt would be free from such baggage
Which I realise was a mistake
What advantage be gained from keeping alive images from another time.
Guilt, hurt, anger an

These sorrows of life are crippling
But I still yearn for more.
Enslaved by the demon
Since time immemorial.

Bowing beneath the weight
Of this yoke made of lead.
Atlas of ancient times
Had but the world upon his head,
But I bare the sorrows
And crippling pai

Flying went the Ficheal Board as Mael Mórdha entered a rage
At the sons of the Boróimhe for the taunts which they spake
About deeds past of which they scarcely knew,
Mighty was the fury into which the King flew.

Back, back, back he rode, from the High King's Dún, Brí­an's messe

I walk my own path
The whole world lies before me
No longer in my heart do my demons dwell
Upward I stand
The weight cast from my shoulders
Facing my foes placed where my devil's fell
Cower before king of criminal, lady or whore - I will not
Or otherworld spirits or g

My ruination was of my own seed.
Mere kingship of the Laighin I coveted
When all she coveted was greed, each deed she did perform was as if my lands had been clove by the Lochlainn's axe.
Weak she goaded. Weak she scolded as I did consolidate my borders
From the threat of the for

Why must I endure this cursed cup of life?
If it is possible let it pass from me.
What has led me
To such misery?
To be totally alone in this settlement of fools?

In this Godless Commune Of Sodom
Slandered and lied about am I.
My being poisoned beyond belief.
It

To the east lies lines and lines immortal
Pounding relentless, wearing all down.
No matter those who stand against them
(Those) Minions of Manannán
Pounding to dust all
The rough becoming smooth
The edge - edgeless
Souls shackled a dying dream
All that is left now

From Black hills I descend,
A barbarous man.
A wolf amongst sheep
Amongst humanities... 'finest'

Floundering like rats
Blind in the daylight.
They Crawl and scrabble
O're the scraps of mistruth and Myth.

Far better:
-To be of faith
Black and barbarous.

Tranquility was shattered and fearlessness did fly
Alone I was left with but a corpse by my side
complacence and carelessness were cursed
Remembering this scene of which I was well versed.

Shapeshifter assuming a form
Of that which I knew nigh I was born.
Beaconing, bea

A vast dark expanse
Of cold silent wave
Stretches between us.
Bleak and miserable
-It mocks Me.
-It taunts Me.
Reminding Me of My failure.

Away you stand
Far from Me.
Alone, on a barren mount
Fearful and majestic.
Your head white
As the snow whic

A fire of cease did burn for what seemed an age
But did flash crimson before the eyes of those who watched
An ever cooling and nullifying 'fluence it was
Rending the eternal struggle between the earth and sea void for a time.
Fortune faired foul as a wind bitter flew over the lan

Remember Man that doomed Ye are
And doomed Ye shall remain
As long as love burns on this earth
To make your damned hearts break.
So it was in times of old
Right through our tragic history
And so it shall be in times unborn
'Till judged for eternity.

In a valley

Clouds darken and dampen My spirit
As My brow bows low
While My eyes see only earth,
The engraining of furrows on My soul.

Feels as though the winds of
one thousand winters
Have hacked away whatever life existed
Within My now battered link
To the world of Donn.<