Liadan
Líadan of the lonely and gloomy timbers,
Once more weeps for the once-adorning love.
Her gait gently glances at the creaking whimpers,
As she yearned for eternity at her failures above.
The strands of silk-riveting hair fall down her cheek,
Hanging above the cold, carpeting grass that laid.
Woods singing to her beside the carnage that speak
To a sad, composite soul that remains displayed.
How folly not to bring him delight,
Even though Heaven's dread feeds his sadness.
Through suffering and heaven's fight,
His affair is desired by my somber world of madness.
“My heart had ruptured,
and I was now desperate
and dying without him.”
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