KF,JF Words: KF]
The sky was and leaden, howling on the wind. Above the of Tr Na n-g The ancient still reigned.
"I long to stand on my shore", Ossian in a glare. "But Ossian love, the is home", Niamh of the golden hair.
She seen the upon his face, She knew the he felt. He longed to be home his race, his ring-sword strapped to his belt.
"Return my love to the of man but be warned time rests there, Come back to me if you can, Back to the of the fair."
"Do not dismount the steed you ride, this world it belongs. If you you shall fall by its side, To be only in faerie songs".
He galloped across the seas, Back to the of man. Watched by the and the Daoine Sdhe, His to end as it began.
"I returned", he said aloud, But no one was to hear. His noble once bold and proud, Had crumbled the many years.
A had come into the land, To the olden ways. The ignore the ancient Gods, They bid farewell to a age.
stopped his gallant steed, He see some people ahead. "Help us please, our are trapped- Beneath this dolmen", said.
He leaned down his mount, And the dolmen firm. From the the rocks was freed, The people unharmed.
But the strain his saddle broke, To the he was cast. A cry of burst from his throat, The years now him at last.
In Tr Na n-g shed a tear, When she saw the horse. was gone, her greatest fear, Her heart was full of remorse.