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An Coire Mór
- The Great Cauldron -
Sometimes you need to tear the fecker apart before you can put it together again.
Whispers from the Isle
Listen, ye warriors about Cruachu!
With its barrow for every noble couple,
O host whence springs lasting fame of laws,
O royal line of the men of Connacht.
Behold the grave of Medb,
the fair-haired wolf-queen,
Assured of port:
There was a day when horses would not be loosed
Against the daughter of Eochaid Feidlech.
Rath Cruachan
Metrical Dindshenchas
The Wind Remembers
The wind keened around Medb's Cairn. Still hunting for the Tuatha Dé Danann.
Suddenly it veered west feeling the awakening resonance of An Coire Mór.
Plunging down from Knocknarea toward the looming shadow of the Fathaigh Lorras.
It felt the presence of the Old Blood far south journeying toward a relic that didn't want to be found.
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