Hence the occasion, it was no great surprise
A large crowd had gathered
Excited! hungry for finds
curiosity summa rized
Sometimes some of them simply
bore witness
a little bird told me they burned
to express their profound sense of pity
Wending their way against time going
Between day they saw things flying
And the night when the moon slid down
Into the streets and lanes of the town
The hero wrestled with the dank archetype
her time of fame flamed like has fleeting to pass by
her fear was a penny thrown in a bottomless well
Stormy day rattled and that witch was sent to hell.
Aine Ni Leidhin
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