Thursday, October 22, 2015
Beyond the waves, long gone by now, there once was an island, quite small,
Yet it was our home. We lived there, all of us, and it was all ours.
Invaders came, and sacked the town, quietly lying on the coast.
Their dragon ships, flat, long, upon the waves of the blue-green Irish Sea.
Approaching the bay, in the deep darkness of an autumnal night,
We did not see them, until they, everywhere, raised such a wild cry
That we all started up; too late, the damage long done, and all wrecked.
And now we, desolate, are left, living here, in the northern lands.