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The Shadow of Beinn Bhreagh

I've climbed the Highland summit 
overlooking Ceilidh Brae
down to Weeping Meadow 
where the hounds of hell would bay
and maybe I was dreaming 
when I stumbled home at dawn
the pipes were playing softly 
and Elizabeth was gone

There's a ghost on every corner 
with a needle in his hand
making seven angels 
in the Nova Scotian sand
Leviathan goes dancing 
in the rising eastern tide
barking at the voices 
that are buried deep inside

Sometimes I think of dying 
when I hear an evening breeze
whispers of salvation 
in the leaves of maple trees
we shared a drink with Wallace
he was trembling with grief
The Margaree was haunted 
by a fiddler and a thief

Songs of ancient Gaelic 
have bled throughout the years
the drums had fallen silent 
as she dried her celtic tears
kissed the sovereign angel 
in the shadow of Beinn Bhreagh
and whiskey gave me courage 
in the eventide of day

I've witnessed rivers burning 
as they fled into the sea
Avalon was never meant 
for blades of grass like me
my heart is beating gently
with the rhythm on the shore
dreaming of Victoria
the widow of Bras'dor

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Enter Judith Phaedra

Enter Judith Phaedra 
with her Tarot reading doll
She stepped out of the canvas 
with a bleeding southern drawl 
Shell-shocked rats in alleys scamper,
looking for the nest
To escape the anesthetic 
of her opiate laced breast

She walks on crooked leg bones
from the foothills to the shore
I've oft times heard her scratching
at my window or my door
With her fingers long and twisted,
corset of stained lace
She roams my empty hallways
in search of my embrace

Return Judith Phaedra
with your tarot reading doll
To that bleak and lonely canvas,
draped beneath a violet shawl
Let your long and twisted fingers
rest in oil in your frame
And no more roam my hallways
from the nightmare which you came