Fate of the Lir-Brood VI… Stuart France

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Where are my brothers?

Why have I lived?

This apex of affliction to know

What now is left

But a life of despair

I am unable to bear

Such heart-break of anguish and woe.

*

…And what of the swans?

Miserable their abode on the Sea of Moyle with the dark, wild sea about them.

They began to suffer from cold and hunger.

One night a tempest fell upon the sea.

Finnola saw the sky of threatening clouds approaching.

“Beloved brothers,” she said, “it is certain this storm will separate us. We must appoint a place of meeting.”

“Your words are true and wise,” said Aedh.

“Let us fix on the Rock of One,” said Fiachra.

“It is a crag we are all familiar with,” said Conn.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com
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2 Responses to Fate of the Lir-Brood VI… Stuart France

  1. I just discovered your blog and I absolutely love your work! Awesome! I feel as I have been born in the wrong century sometimes, so this resonates deeply. Beautifully written.

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