Fionn mc Cumhaill*
Great kingdom atop far Hill of Teamhair,
Whose fate was to burn on Samhain** day.
Naught but ash was left; ruins lay
In castles stead. Only smoke filled air,
Whence Aillen come to prance and play.
Yet who should happen but Finn McCool,
Upon the wrath of this underworld fear –
With sharp wit and poisoned spear
Brought to end the faery’s dark rule.
The song had ceased for far and near.
What gods hath suffered in wait for the throne
To be sat upon by only the greatest, and he alone?
* Gaelic for the more common Finn McCool
**All Hallow’s Eve, Halloween
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