All left wondering
Earth thundering
Who is coming
But Cú Chulainn
His chariot running
Carves great runnels
In runebanded armour
He is the sun king
The span of royal mouth
His circuit decrees
My kingdom all that lies between
My wheels now and where they’re later seen
He carves new routes, cuts roots clean
New mountains find their feet
At the basin of new ravines
Diamond layers of old earth reveals
All the land his wheels like waves peel back
He paves the highways of his royal demesne
His banners billow on a windblown plain
Clane to Clare, Cork to spéir, his claim
He reclaims what the Tuatha had downlain
His hair the sun’s straw, lion’s mane
His songthrush craw the old song same
Amergin knew the old song’s name
The song always remains the same
Crow wise his far eyes see far miles, for miles
Island homes of old Fomorians, did glorious battle at Moytura
Line of Partholon
Older than Parthenon
Or Marathon
Not as old as glyptodon
He is a hound bounding to the sound of master’s mind
How now found brown cow at Cooley, lines
Of armed warriors sworn to Maedbh, swine
A nation of abactors, incredible actors and divine bovines
Divine kingship to bloodlines confined
The Druids and all their kind
Have fled the world and left mankind
To our own devices, world of vices
Evil vicegrips us, no second coming
Save the wild hunt and King Cú Chulainn.
Alchemisland 
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