Falias, first city
Therein file Morfessa confessed ensorceller blessed storyteller
Orates upon raindissolved limestone pulpit
Impressing on minds malleable mystical lessons
Concerning conscious abstention, rotations heavenly
Laughing brevity’s uncapacious face, thin close-eyed like a slíbhín marten
Levity at death
Two hundred years ago he poem-throated first took breath
And will another hundred hence.
Theirs Lia Fáil, banshee-voiced lordpainting stone
Screaming at thronemangering kings’ backside callipygian
Acceding kingship, our Scone
Hewn from the very fissures of frostfingered fringes
North’s northronmost ridges
Weathermoist demon-fixtures blackwinged
Adorn scorningly distant battlements
Which a stout scytta’s arrow could not reach
On rainslick steps skittering by Scylla’s web.
Alchemisland 
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