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Ballad of Killkenny - first part

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  • Ballad of Killkenny - first part

    This the first part of the Ballad of Kilkenny, a work in progress, based on the history if Ireland reflected in the history of Kilkenny.

    The Ballad of Kilkenny

    The dark forest around Kilkeeny
    Is dark and evil indeed
    Of demons, werewolves and witches.
    Filled with evil seed

    Foolish men cursed as they dreamt
    To dwell in the forest by night
    In the spell of the witch’s delight.
    To be wered as a wolf in the moon light.

    If the body is moved before dawn
    Before a five day wake,
    A wered wolf he will remain,
    Under the curse of the evil Dame Ailish.

    Blood and bones of men, women and child
    Under the spell in the evil shadows there
    Meals of the evil Dame and Diabhal.
    The dark one does not need be picky here.

    Iron blade and will of Usdaie* ruled
    Dancing and bitching to the Diabhal’s delight.
    In the comfort of the chambers of Dame Ailish,
    And in the dark forest naked in the moon light

    There are many prideful fools with iron tools,
    in Kilkeeny for easy picking
    For the evil Dame and the Diabhal’s bidden
    Bound to the will of the Darkest one lurking.

    The glint of the Devil’s grins
    Glimpses in the shadows amongst
    Crags of Deare-Fearna, stony bites in dark midens.
    Waiting for the day of the Norseman and the warring cousins.

    No angels here, Grugauch lurk in the hearth,
    And scurry through wood as hairy elf or naked lass,
    To seduce and deceive the willing fool.
    Leaving many tales of lessons not learned.

    Hope glimmers in rhyme and verse,
    Visions of new days unseen,
    With sun lite morns all is born anew,
    As the spring brings cloaks of gold and green.

    May the minions of good and evil retreat in shame to the caves
    All may be born again in nature’s womb and earthly pleasures,
    Free from the pain and guilt of the fable’s transgression,
    And the Emerald Isle may rise again in the azure sea.

    *Usdaie Celt tribe in the region of Kilkenny
    Last edited by shunyadragon; 12-02-2014, 05:20 PM.
    Glendower: I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
    Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man;
    But will they come when you do call for them? Shakespeare’s Henry IV, Part 1, Act III:

    go with the flow the river knows . . .


    I do not know, therefore everything is in pencil.
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