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In The Begining
The Tale of Artuir mac Aedan; The light of the West.
In The Begining.
Behold my son this our home of Airer Goidell
in the land of Airer Goidell in Alba.
Far from our birthland of Ulaid across the sea,
a sea ruled by Manaanan Mac Lir
We came here following Gabran our clann chief,
in our wooden ships braving seas rough and wild,
Picts were here before us but they didnt flee,
took us in and became our friends indeed,
They were horsepeople of reknown,
gave us the skill without regret or redress,
all this began years gone past.
You my boy may not be a Ri here,
Perhaps a leader of warriors strong and skilled,
for i fear this land will be desired and fought over,
keeping it safe and secure like you would a lover,
Your still a babe who giggles and bubbles blow,
but Artair mac Aedan, you will not be slow,
to serve us well and a legend to grow.
andrew mcintyre. 11/01/2024.
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Andrew Mcintyre
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