Gaelic Queen

His mother, a gaelic queen his father, a rugged pit miner he wishes to never be seen being solitary has never been finer the son of sons he was the son of sons he became an expectation he did cause his brother supposedly the same The gaelic queen wept over her fallen friend her lover stirred and fidgeted in restless toil it was her heart that she swore would not mend her tears fluctuated like fine Arab oil her son laid like the fetus that he became heart wrenching in utter terror he knew not of his impending fame his aorta crumbled like the crystal mirror the gaelic queen knew not of her sons terror the pit miner remained as stoic as an old tree the boy had no love, no hope and no paramour "raise yourself from your anxious coma" his father did decree ignorance bestowed upon the gaelic queen felt as if her son was still clenched mid-ween "leave this rotting nest!" she did exclaim "mother please" he felt his heart maim the gaelic queen banished her only son to the cold expanse of the north sea wrapped in barley, hair in a bun her friend has perished, but she did not flee her son canted the lacrimosa the gaelic queen's companion -- laid still amongst the lux aeterna the boy glimpsed the coastline bastion "farewell my gaelic queen" the boy waved to his mother the shoreline and the sea in between "I love you like no other" and this was the story of the gaelic queen a heartbroken Scottish mother and a son who wished never to be seen whom she loved like no other