Tuatha Dé Danann

There’s a black feather floating on the wind

Gasp it in, sigh it out

Breath of blood, hot iron in my nostrils

Suck it in, steam it out

Long red hair that catches on the fence post

Tie it back, pull it out

Great club beating on the fractured bed rock

Call him o’er, call him out

Passion spanning over secret rivers

Hold it in, let it out

Pacts and wars are sealed with silver kisses

Throw it in, hurl it out

Death of hero, dog meat bile in belly,

Gulp it in, spew it out

Crows are circling; Badb, Macha and Nemain;

Hear them out

Hear them out

Hear them out.



Copyright 2nd April 2014