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In three days' time he stood up with a moan,
And went down to the long sands alone,
For four days warred he with the bitter tide,
And the waves flowed above him and he died.
— Apr 22, 2026 04:36AM
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And went down to the long sands alone,
For four days warred he with the bitter tide,
And the waves flowed above him and he died.
Brok3n
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Druid. Look on my thin grey hair and hollow cheeks
And on these hands that may not lift the sword,
This body trembling like a wind-blown reed.
No woman's loved me, no man sought my help.
Fergus. A king is but a foolish labourer
Who wastes his blood to be another's dream.
— Apr 21, 2026 03:42AM
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And on these hands that may not lift the sword,
This body trembling like a wind-blown reed.
No woman's loved me, no man sought my help.
Fergus. A king is but a foolish labourer
Who wastes his blood to be another's dream.
Brok3n
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For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
from a world more full of weeping than he
can understand.
— Apr 19, 2026 04:39AM
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To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
from a world more full of weeping than he
can understand.
Brok3n
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I will pray no more with the smooth stones:
when life in my body has ceased –
For lonely to move ‘mong the soft eyes of best ones a sad thing were –
I will go to the house of the Fenians, be they in flames or at feast,
To Fin, Caolte, and Conan, and Bran, Sgeolan, Lomair.
— Apr 15, 2026 04:35AM
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when life in my body has ceased –
For lonely to move ‘mong the soft eyes of best ones a sad thing were –
I will go to the house of the Fenians, be they in flames or at feast,
To Fin, Caolte, and Conan, and Bran, Sgeolan, Lomair.









