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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 love, the is your home", Niamh of the golden hair.
She the look upon his face, She the pain he felt. He longed to be among his race, his ring-sword strapped to his belt.
"Return my to the land of man but be warned time heavily there, Come back to me if you can, to the land of the fair."
"Do not dismount from the you ride, From this it belongs. If you dismount you shall by its side, To be only in faerie songs".
He galloped across the seas, to the land of man. Watched by the Gods and the Sdhe, His to end as it began.
"I returned", he said aloud, But no one was to hear. His noble home once and proud, Had crumbled through the years.
A power had into the land, To threaten the ways. The people the ancient Gods, They bid farewell to a age.
Ossian his gallant steed, He see some people ahead. "Help us please, our brother are Beneath dolmen", they said.
He leaned from his mount, And the dolmen firm. the earth the rocks was freed, The beneath unharmed.
But the strain his saddle broke, To the he was cast. A cry of pain from his throat, The years now him at last.
In Tr Na n-g Niamh a tear, she saw the rider-less horse. Ossian was gone, her fear, Her heart was full of remorse.