He is wearing armour
Whispering romance languages
Sands stop seething through time’s vial, all is languid
Mo chara, mo chroí, amor
Tomorrow, ámararch, I march without sorrow
You will die, she protests, Mairbh
I go the way of all flesh and all armadas
In the ground and beneath the sea
They trade claddaghs
He goeth as goeth a glider
Mailshirt soft as ider
Blade sharp as cider
Grailthirst made our king a miser
The crone from her sibyl cave
Sibling to carrion, drinker of graves
Roaming endless fresh battlefields
Ending suffering with her misericord
Out blood geysers, death quick easeful
Burnt granaries, ahead winter bleak
Mailed glove strokes snow cheek
Heart’s insider
Another heart inside her
Ahorse strong wind pulls down his visor
Like bullies jersey pulling during fights
Hate in hearts of neither
Either might find it
Better man emerges survivor
Palm my pendant
Locket skin indented
Always hot to touch
Imbued lover’s intention
Smooth as unmentionable
The moving landscape, blending seasons, Jove’s fierce archery
Golden furnished his arch finery, everything art
Judas the venerable, for what greater act of forgiveness follows his treachery.
Alchemisland 
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