...in Ireland? Poem below to explain question.
Please Note it is a metaphor
Is it, that we die alone in ruins and faded stone?
Lying on the floor,
Hiding, fragile frowns,
Frozen cold.
Can they not see the dark cold of a lonely summer sky?
Can they not see the dreams?
Haunting us,
The roars, the simple lies.
I suppose they can’t,
We preserver alone,
Tossing on our, petticoat
Covering our crying souls.
We look for an answer,
An answer in our mists,
Waiting for our Queen,
Our King, our Pagan Prince.
Our Naria, our secret door,
Our Wishmaster,
Our Nemo so,
Our everything,
Our “léaró dóchais,”
Ach, níl sé réidh go fóill,
Fan mar a bhfuil, -
By Crazygirl
B.Q- What would a good final line in the poem, As Gailege (Irish).
Cheers for any answers.
Please Note it is a metaphor
Is it, that we die alone in ruins and faded stone?
Lying on the floor,
Hiding, fragile frowns,
Frozen cold.
Can they not see the dark cold of a lonely summer sky?
Can they not see the dreams?
Haunting us,
The roars, the simple lies.
I suppose they can’t,
We preserver alone,
Tossing on our, petticoat
Covering our crying souls.
We look for an answer,
An answer in our mists,
Waiting for our Queen,
Our King, our Pagan Prince.
Our Naria, our secret door,
Our Wishmaster,
Our Nemo so,
Our everything,
Our “léaró dóchais,”
Ach, níl sé réidh go fóill,
Fan mar a bhfuil, -
By Crazygirl
B.Q- What would a good final line in the poem, As Gailege (Irish).
Cheers for any answers.