Mael Mórdha

The silver horned stag does traipse the land from oceans to Mac LÍr's sea. Scanning the Land with the knowing eyes, He sees Her scars and roars loud, echoing the pain She does feel, as man does inflict itself on a tired land. Her air does reek of noxious gass...

Shadows of the past seem destined to haunt. A feeling of ghosts stare at me – taunt And cast a darkness across what I felt would be free from such baggage Which I realise was a mistake What advantage be gained from keeping alive images from another time. Guilt...

Such a force of men as Diarmuid’s new troops were, had not been seen in Éire before, Exen with such a small number of soldiers. Mac Murchadha did achieve a dominance that rattled the other king. In sueing for peace it was agreed that Diarmuid would be reinstat...

These sorrows of life are crippling But I still yearn for more. Enslaved by the demon Since time immemorial. Bowing beneath the weight Of this yoke made of lead. Atlas of ancient times Had but the world upon his head, But I bare the sorrows And crippling pain...

One hundred days or one hundred years ? I cannot tell how long I've been here. Sampling delights of his kingdom bright Far beneath the waves. White blossoms fall down from the tree. I feel it - He does beckon me. "One more time my dear old friend to go...

An advance force of Normans arrived just before Richard de Clare, Earl of Pembroke, at the headland of Baginbun where they were met by a hostile force of Hiberno-Norse and Gaedhelic Irish troops. The battle was turning against the heavily outnumbered Norman tr...

Flying went the Ficheal Board as Mael Mórdha entered a rage At the sons of the Boróimhe for the taunts which they spake About deeds past of which they scarcely knew, Mighty was the fury into which the King flew. Back, back, back he rode, from the High Kin...

I walk my own path The whole world lies before me No longer in my heart do my demons dwell Upward I stand The weight cast from my shoulders Facing my foes placed where my devil’s fell Cower before king of criminal, lady or whore – I will not Or otherworld spir...

The earth cold and damp presses against my shroud Mortality has fled my mortal frame Immortal will forever be my name This earth has drank much blood In the fight to save my land Strange it is this feeling knowing my crown has passed to the Gall's hand...

Following the wanderings of Diarmuid and his secretary, Muiris Ó throughout the lands of Henry, - first to gain the favour, and second, to gather troops for his campaign to regain his kingdom – the first of the “Grey Foreigners” did arrive at Bannow Bay in 116...

My ruination was of my own seed. Mere kingship of the Laighin I coveted When all she coveted was greed, each deed she did perform was as if my lands had been clove by the Lochlainn’s axe. Weak she goaded. Weak she scolded as I did consolidate my borders From t...

Why must I endure this cursed cup of life? If it is possible let it pass from me. What has led me To such misery? To be totally alone in this settlement of fools? In this Godless Commune Of Sodom Slandered and lied about am I. My being poisoned beyond belief....

Two souls collide in the depth of a night Fraught with fate They circle and weave patterns intricate Swirls of darkness and light Intertwine hypnotically Shades of love and hate Siren and Jester, Wench and her Bane Two of a forgotten race Dispatched by their...

Any plans for invasion were over-ruled by Henry’s mother, the Emperess Matilda, and further scuppered by problems within the Plantagenet lands. Twelve years later however, a struggle between Diarmuid Mac Murchadha Ui Chennselaig, King of Laighin and Dubhlinn,...

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Mannanán questions Mongán: How goes it on the bounds of my Western shores since the arrogant "Emperor of the Gael" has met his fate and heard his Bean ShÍdhe wail? Such a death fitting for granting gifts of gold to the followers of the buachaill dé. Elevating...

To the east lies lines and lines immortal Pounding relentless, wearing all down. No matter those who stand against them (Those) Minions of Manannán Pounding to dust all The rough becoming smooth The edge – edgeless Souls shackled a dying dream All that...

Riding towards me on a stallion dazzling white - save his ears a fiery crimson. Both of the otherworld - The king and his beast. This be truly a land of plenty With nothing left to want. He beckons me. Unclean I feel, Yet I go to him all dazzling pure. Far b...

From black hills I descend, A barbarous Man. A wolf amid sheep Amongst humanity's... finest. Floundering like Rats Blind in the daylight They crawl and scrabble O'er the scraps of mistruth and myth. Far better to be of faith Black and Barbarous Than of no fa...

Awaiting My time as a champion before the war Apprehensive and tense. Secrecy shrouds the opponent graceful As She rises to the shadows. Courteous she bows and removes her hooded cloak And My will is defeated. Spellbound by her I await the punishment due for...

Worn am I, Drained of life Though this world of plenty be more than I deserve. So much blood and slaughter Still stain my hands - once crimson, now crusted, a sure sign of one damned. Now I know that I've been here many times before. The Harbringer of Doom....

And ye do fade to a faint red hue staring down, veiled in darkness. How does it feel now to be the same as me ? Feeling loneliness and doubt in this world full of hell. Wondering if you'll e'er return to your former glorious self. I feel your despair for it e...

Cold, cold rain flows down the inside of my skin Days turn black as night as my heart dies Blood runs red as life freezes away Isolation reigns in this land of decay For life fails to live, merely exist in misery As the heart of the man all hate to love slow...

And the tyrants did reach the Vedrafjord Where the very earth did wail from the treachery Sang by the soil, soaked through at Dún Domhnaill Breaching the walls the vermin did enter Women and children and men they were butchered The streets ran with blood...

A vast dark expanse Of cold silent wave Stretches between us. Bleak and miserable -It mocks Me. -It taunts Me. Reminding Me of My failure. Away you stand Far from Me. Alone, on a barren mount Fearful and majestic. Your head white As the snow which rests on th...

A fire of cease did burn for what seemed an age But did flash crimson before the eyes of those who watched An ever cooling and nullifying ‘fluence it was Rending the eternal struggle between the earth and sea void for a time. Fortune faired foul as a wind bitt...

Summoned here I have been From a land of War To this place of Peace Why am I here I know not Yet familiar be this place. My mind does drift away To a time not long ago Details just out of reach Some sense tells me I have been here before. Before when I cannot...

Sucked down through the lungs of the dead am I The water, cold, dims my brain. My mind it dies, nothing left but my trail of tears Which mingle with Manannán's Minions They drag me nearer... ...And nearer. Down do I sink His Isle towers mighty I see no water...

Clouds darken and dampen My spirit As My brow bows low While My eyes see only earth, The engraining of furrows on My soul. Feels as though the winds of one thousand winters Have hacked away whatever life existed Within My now battered link To the world of Don...