Fate of the Lir-Brood: Moyle…


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 writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. 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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