Leannan SidheLeannan SidheWhen darkness draws her velvet veil across a sun filled sky,The wind sweepeth across the hills to cause the grass to sigh,Loch doth glisten neath the trees, bathed in silver light,A hush lay deep upon the land this dark enchanted night.Upon sacred hill within dark Glen, night breeze doth serenade,Many men hath come before and vows to Her hath made,Their moistened lips procure the wish, inspiration they doth crave,Scarlet tears run strong and true and mark their early graves.Creating works of voice and pen like remembered bards of yore -Shunning all thou once held close, Her gifts thou hunger for,Kneeli
Blessings to you and Mum,
Steve