The Castle

There is a castle standing still. Where blood was shed to protect our free will. When foreign foes dared trespass, we kicked their ass. There is castle standing still. Where wine flowed free and pigs were killed. To celebrate our victory. Music and dance all night long. Loud bursts of song. There is a castle standing still. Named Dun na nGall. Where Maeve was thrilled to wed the high chief Fegal. Ulster and Connacht united as one. Slan agus beannacht. There is a castle standing still. Not derelict or overgrown. Where visitors can mill. See steps worn down by passing feet. Soldiers on the beat. Forever now asleep.