He who lives alone, longs only for mercy, the
mercy of falling on his side.

The brave have perished in laurel-crowned glory,
yet the brave shall carry

the name of Eire into eternity.

Eternity is like a flame, it's essence is so
limitless.

Eternity is a deathless pith covering the
Southern and burning shores of his

paradise, the Tir Na N'og. When legends of steel
were strong, it was louder

than any uproar of thunder.

...of Celtic fire, he was born. He will live
on... F O R E V E R.

[ Equitant Ifernain ]

[MI NA SAMHNA/NOVEMBER, 1995]